RiffText/TheWorld'sGreatest/The World's Greatest/14

It's like a rap song

NOXIGAR: No it's not.

TRANSCRIPT

{Open to the two. Quint is lying on his back, his belly massive. He has food found his mouth}

QUINT: Urrrgh. Man, I neve knew you could cook like that.

HENRY: Fried puppy. An old family recipie!

NOXIGAR: First of all, recipe
NOXIGAR: Second of all, no koala worth its salt eats "fried puppy" or whatever the hell this helicopter "cooked."

QUINT: What is your families

NOXIGAR: family's

name anyway?

HENRY: I'm a proud member of the Kendin clan.

QUINT: Henford Henry Kendin. Your name is dumb.

NOXIGAR: I agree; that is a pretty dumb name.

HENRY: No more dumb than a hostile koala bear traviling

NOXIGAR: travelling

with his sentient helicopter buddy flying from a European microstate to America's most boring state.

'QUINT: ...Indiana?

NOXIGAR: I'm pretty sure there's no official "most boring state" within the United States.

HENRY: No, Maine.

NOXIGAR: I've never been to Maine before, so I wouldn't know if it's actually boring.

QUINT: Oh.

HENRY: Why are we going to Maine anyway?

QUINT: Oh, that's easy.

NOXIGAR: {imitating Quint} So I can sneak past the Canadian border and then live there due to its better living conditions!

HENRY: Why then?

QUINT: Uhh...Because....uh...I'm going to shower.

NOXIGAR: Wait there are showers in Britain you could've stopped by.

HENRY: Can't you just shed your skin?

QUINT: No, that's not excusey enough.

NOXIGAR: I cannot begin to fathom how pointless the trip from Andorra to Maine is.

{End}