Pick Asidz: General Incredible To: Mark Hamill

Gen. Murphy: (at microphone of Army base in front of troopers at a social engagement)

Hello and good day troops. I know this war is like fitting in to a two inch condom when you've got a big johnson. Or trying to play with yourself with your mouth and end up pulling your back out. But stay sharp, just think of the duck that walked into a bar and said he had a "quack" in his glass. Or the same duck going to the psychiatrist after and telling him off. Seriously though we are fighters in this war and might as well keep busy at it. So keep your guns as clean as your women. No dildo bayonets, which seem to keep springing to fashion. Or squirt gun substitutes for a rifle, o.k.? Don't ask me any questions of "how to" at this point either. I just keep on keeping on...

Pick Asidz: Fanfairy To: Jenna Fisher

Fanfare: Oh my entourage is getting uncomfortable becuase of my brother's written words like rotten asparagus for breakfast. Told to put on my thinking cap, I'll put on this old cowboy hat and rustle up some lost cigarettes. My mom is going crazy trying to make spells to help Trax, so she can do her own thing and take care of him without coming firsthand. Just like a celebrity to nurse her son with a cursened pacifier. Me, I like to think I'm tough...but my brother is like aged leather and I'm more like satan. Silk sheets and ergomatrices for me, moth eaten coach in the ghetto crackhouse for him. The country is about to implode on itself like a balloon filled with notions of nitroglycerin. Peppy like a pig all to eager to send itself to "Camp Slaughterhouse". I don't think so Pandora, you don't get the priveledge of opening my secret little box!

Pick Asidz: Jack Off Lantern To: Brad Pitt

Slikx: I want to tell you a story of Andromeda and Trax:
When Trax was a teenager he was somewhat of a thespian, in all the high school plays and such. Well Andromeda came up with this idea for a sex ed play and pitched it to his teachers. Of course this was before the android girlfriend and stuff, you see, my nephew was quite the outcast and needed to make friends. Andromeda, my high school sweetheart, said that a novelty play was just what he needed to get popular a little. So they performed what she called, "Sex Ed Ted". It was where all the characters dressed in costumes of either contraceptive devices and genetalia. (The poor kid that played the erect penis was too into himself.) But anyway Trax was a scented condom who at the end found out he was bubblegum flavored. I like the part when the spermacide kid said, "Make my day spunk". Anyway the vagina twins seemed to like the rigged condom guy more then Trax to fool people and then Trax came out the winner in case of felatio. So Andromeda made Trax a warranty label and a contraceptive fortune like a condon fortune cookie. It read " Use one of these for a promise of good fortune, but try not to chomp and try to blow a bubble airhead." Trax hated that part, but ended up making out with the antipregnancy pill girl who stayed in character.

Pick Asidz: The art of becoming a mother figure

Veronica: Blake did you get me the artifactz and potions I need for the Nightbringer solstice?

Blake: I want to tell Slikx sumthing about my shoes, "I bought these pussy pumping sneakers wholsale, they massage my feet and give my toes boners".

Veronica: Very funny stud!

Blake: That Trax kid is always coming up with new stuff, so I have to keep up and on my toes. Yes I got you the reloquim artifactual and the hypotexture to reciting the "Lost Dreamz" spell for your stupid Nightbringer solstice. Bunch of old chicks playing witch if you ask me. But I'll grant your requests one at a time. If it puts dinero in my pockets...

Veronica: There are many different kinds of witchcraft and different varities of witches in the world. Most people don't realize all the differences in spellcraft. Some people assume we are bad, but others think that we do good. Every spell is a debate in the congress of the arcane.

Blake: Sweety, am I still your little consortium consort and plaything?

Veronica: As long as you keep it coming with a silver lining and make yourself useful. I see you with eyes of purpose...

Pick Asidz: Wheel of abortion

Loca: Some billionaress asian chick is into Trax because he made all that money online. He told me about it after his dreams last night.

Armitage: What are you afraid of? Being put back in a closet and having no one to play with your buttons?

Loca: Well I'm more beautiful, but she has a cruise ship that is so big that they race motokross aboard it.

Armitage: Don't you think that is a little fictitious? You take Trax's dreams way too seriously.

Loca: Well he calls himself a "dreampath"!

Armitage: Oh yeah, I'm just waiting for Trax to call himself "Jesus" and you would go on believing him?

Loca: Army what if you were mechanical and the guy they gave you to was a megalomaniac?

Armitage: I was just joshing sweety...you must be projecting from your past life! It isn't as if Trax were some bad guy from a "James Bond" film or sumthing is it?

Loca: No I guess not, but do you think he would keep me if Blank somehow managed to make him evil?

Armitage: Yeah, yeah and George Bush Jr. is cloning Santa Claus to deliver oil to all the good little boys and girls!

Loca: I'd like that...go "Bushy Tushy"!

Armitage: Yeah, yeah and poor Conniption sweeps up squishy mushy from the porn store. I guess that stuff is like man oil?

Loca: Such a precious commodity to a robot...anyway it just clogs up my mechanicals. B-child is making me a way to deal with that...he promised. (Yet I'm not supposed to to talk about that stuff to a 14 year old his Mom told me...)

Armitage: Yeah she'll use white magic to electrify you somehow, ever since they made you watertight.

Loca: Yeah but I am the most beautiful pseudo "Frankenstein"!

Armitage: And aren't I the most beautiful pimpette with a nine? But you can't even recite Trax's poetry, yet you say you love him and it so much?

Loca: Well I'm a ditzy android...

Armitage: Why don't you ask Brainchild to fix that instead of your vagina problem? You would have never played the "Be Real" game if you weren't a robot!

Pick Asidz: Honor and Cadence conveyed to us?

Lt. Hunter: Sir the details have been made, as the troops have been fitted for proper combat regimentals, there is no alert status at the moment, and may I ask you a question?

Gen. Murphy: Shoot soldier.

Lt. Hunter: Well I've got to thinking about the question of, "if I had children in the states, what I would convey to them about the hardships of my position?"

Gen. Murphy: You mean the rigors of cadence and keeping composure under stress?

Lt. Hunter: Something like that sir, but more about your interests other than the duties of the hardened soldier? Like do you have a hobby and what do you do to keep your head on straight?

Gen. Murphy: Well I try to think about what I might say to the son I've never met a lot. How I can influence my other children in the right directions and whether I should remain aloof to him or to coddle them.

Lt. Hunter: (under his breath) Yet we all look up to that one...(Aloud) Well they already know you and are taken care of, right sir?

Gen. Murphy: Yes soldier, but as you get older, one tends to imagine what one could have done in the past. Mistakes made and outcomes of decisional making, things of that sort.

Lt. Hunter: Well we all think you are an exceptional commander, but none of us confuse ourselves as to being your child, sir!

Gen. Murphy: Do you believe in the afterlife Lt. Hunter?

Lt. Hunter: I do and I don't because I'd like to think I'll make it home in one piece!

Gen. Murphy: Do you believe in spirit guides of our ancestors?

Lt. Hunter: Are you infering that they look after your children?

Gen. Murphy: I don't like your tone soldier...

Lt. Hunter: Sorry sir, but I keep hearing that your "bastard" son is in trouble and needs your help from various sources. I also hear that he supports the war effort by publishing new wave ideas over the internet, and that he also writes poetry. That to me is a peaceful conventionalism.

Gen. Murphy: What would you do if you had an illigitimate child?

Lt. Hunter: I beg your pardon sir, but I'd like to think that I would not let that person suffer in convoluted California all by himself. Call me a stupid brit, but you have the means to make a difference from afar. Why don't you?

Gen. Murphy: Careful Lieutenant you are letting your guard down as your feelings are overiding your cadence. You are borderline insubordinate...Are you saying that I'm a wimp? I can have you court marshalled for defamation of character.

Lt. Hunter: Yes sir, enough of that. Pardon me for being concerned as I must be the miser as well...

Rap by 10/27-Batter up Buttercup to 50 cent

Rock around the clock
Unlock the safety on my glock
Ash this cigarette
And take you tet a tet
How many psychos do you have to fuck?
Run of the mill and shit out of luck?
Blast that hypocrite with dynamite
I like bitches pussys that are really tight
Forget about the cartoons
That is not how I do it
Put a porn on
Use your mouth to construe it
I like a little tap dance in my game
10/27 that is my name
Alternate personas
Alternate dimensions
Put a gat to the head of democracy
To get it attentions
Swift as a laser
Broad as a beam
Consequences of transgression
Are not as they seem
Anarchy is ignanimous
Order is life
Thank you mama
For not aborting me with a knife
Take em on or take em out
That is what I'm about
Stretch goes the weasel
Pumping your own diesel
Who the hell fucked "Roger Rabbit"?
Maybe the bitch with the bad habits
I'm 10/27
Bitch I'm going to heaven
You should learn what the truth really stands for
Puta raise your hand more
Don't you see they are convenient
As a pearl in a wallet
The largest diamond in the world
You have to U-haul it
Force under pressure
Pressured then forced
When I speak to you kitty
You should say "but of course"
Once again, how many psychos do you have to fuck
Taking the pill
And playing duck duck schmuck
Just like this tet a tet
I've got my own rythme
Abstinance is a virtue
You might substitute for a schizm
You are but one lamb
In my flock
Either become part of a harem?
Or cum in a sock...

Pick Asidz: Daddy tell me what you "no"

Blank: My daughter just asked me, "Daddy do snakes fart"?
I told her no, "because they would turn into reptilian baloons".

Clyde: Like my girlfriend when she is pregnant? Right Blank? Anyway speaking of our kids, my son had a question about "Barbie and Ken's" genetalia...so I thought of "Baby I'm gonna love you like a Ken doll!" "But damnit Barbie I can't get it up!" "I've got no penis to come between us".

Blank: Ha, ha , ha scumpop. I heard one the other day, some jerky was saying " You bitch...you are cookoo for cocoa cocks". So I said to them "Yeah and I'm "Count Chocula". They then had a dumbfounded expression on their face. I love reprimanding people...remember "Mad Magazine's" snappy answers to stupid white people?

Clyde: That is genius! Do you know the funny thing about mob guys is that if they don't carry a piece, they carry a comb? Like you can shoot the bristles off that thing.

Blank: What is an apprendobim for "Bambi"?

Clyde: What? Bambina or sumthing?

Cleu: No fawn leprochaun fool!

Sicco: How about "deer queer"? Does Crux have horns?

Blank: Or maybe I should get some venison medecine for Trax?

Crux: How about "Fawnzi"? Is eye candy an optometrist gigalo?

Blank: No more like a gynocologist with his own "pussy thermometer".

Clyde: Reminded by the leprochaun thing, I thought up "magically deerlicious"!

Sicco: Hey Blankmaster...do you want to play some "Pretty Ho" games?

Blank: With one sucking my joystick and massaging my buttons?

Sicco: Or maybe we could play with "asterdroids" and "Dog her"?

Clyde: How bout cut the androids some "slack man"?

Pick Asidz: Mob up my floor

Clyde: Have you ever wondered about the mafia being backwards connotation?

Cleu: Yeah they say the backwards thing started from a dyslexic.

Clyde: Well that hit the nail on the head with a toe nail clipper and gave the dead man a massage...

Cleu: What do you call a white supremacist hitman?

Clyde: What Cleu man?

Cleu: A cracker whacker.

Clyde: What do you call a cracked out "Rambo"?

Cleu: What dude?

Clyde: Rocky.

Sicco: What do you call a coked out teddy bear?

Cleu: What slut?

Sicco: Whitey the pooh

Pick Asidz: A midsummer night's robot

Brikx: Brikx say your yussy hang so low you look like a vagina elephant.



Loca: Well your burns make you look like a fried "pilsbury doughgirl".



Brikx:Brikx say your symmetry is misaligned with your geometry in dimensions of dog.



Loca: What? They made me more like a cat you twit! You're circuits are fried like a robot potato chip.

Brikx: Brikx meant "God", dimensions of God. What would a robot god look like motor motion?

Loca: Oh I'm too loca-emotional to tell you.

Brikx: I wish they'd fix me...my circuitbord feels like Igor is flicking the "Frankenstein" switch up and down like a hunchbacked idiot.

Loca: Well when is somebody gonna find me a manbot or sumthing? I'm not a butch android or a lesbot.

Brikx: I think I'm catching a virus in this closet space that they put us in...my mainframe should eliminate green eggs and spam. What would you use as a pick up line to a potential mate?

Loca: I'd use "scratch me a winner, you are playing the lick lotto".

Brikx: I like " Do you like "Nestle's Quik"...the strawberry kind where I suck your dick?"

Loca: Oh yeah, in the field of dreams the bunny monster is gonna get you Brikxy!

Brikx: Did you know I have some form of control over nanomachines?

Loca: Yeah, how so? I can use terminal docks to hack into the grid access nodes!

Brikx: I was talking about goads, not nodes!

Pick Asidz: I'm in the market for games

Selene: I think you are like a new game I invented Army...it's called "Bimbo"...you play it with monopoly money earned illegally, a sorry game piece stolen from a little kid, a risk board from Alcatraz, and "no clue" cards.

Blank: Get your sorry playing ass back on set so some stud can play "poke her"!

Selene: What about a game called "Grafitti" where you draw tags and then spray them onto yourself using cut outs.

Armitage: You ever try getting dye out of your hair before? Spray paint is toxic...you are nuttier than a fruitcake Leeny.

Selene: Maybe I could invent a new kind of condom called "funny face peniscoats" where the head on them is some cartoon character or sumthing?

Armitage: Your funny face is gonna be painted on my harley and then I'm gonna give it to a flop shop.

Selene: You think my ideas are flops? I kinda want to get out of porn with them...

Armitage: Have you ever heard of that crazy woman "Conniption" yet? She runs the largest porn store in California, but she adores Slikx and wouldn't give Blank the time of day.

Selene: Yeah I hear they call that place "Porn Candy Warehouse"!

Armitage: Slikx has all these crazy new ideas for new sex toys. Like a porn "transformer" robot in the shape of a vagina or a penis. Then he also has one called a "Mr. Penishead" to replace the old "Mr. Potatohead", he grew up with as a kid. Then he also wanted to use those squeezy goo toys and turn them into novelty dildos. Andromeda came up with the "DildoPhone", a dildo cellphone.

Selene: That would be cool, how much would roaming fees be? Or penis to vagina long distance? Could you feel me now? Like a "Verizon" suprising feature?

Armitage: The coolest thing about about the "Porn Candy Warehouse" is that they offer a place called the "Lavish Lounge". Which is an environmental holographic exchange factor room which changes scenery and environmental climates while it's clientele engage in sexual activity.

Selene: Yeah I heard Eye Candy guards the door like he own the place? He told me a secret that the room rains jizz in the holographic springtime.

Armitage: And what does it snow? Holographic condoms?

Pick Asidz: The gamble of finer things

Loca: You have a bushy tushy Trax...

Trax: What is my ass you're new chia pet?

Loca: Yeah I want to plant a kiss on it.

Trax: Or get me a minature lawnmower?

Loca: Trax do you love me?

Trax: Let me guess..? You think I would have loved you more in your former life? I think you wouldn't have even noticed me...

Loca: So now I'm an anonymous android?

Trax: And I'm an androgenous man boy...

Loca: Why don't you just program me to speak "jive monkey"?

Trax: You mean cause I hang out with so many African Americans? But baby I make you so homely with those "prose clothes"?

Loca: Well if they are black I feel like giving them the "N-Bird"!

Trax: What is that?

Loca: It's a chocolate covered middle finger.

Trax: That is a little racist "honkeybot"!

Loca: What about the mulatto president?

Trax: Oh I'd like to let him in on that pinky thing I do.

Loca: Which one?

Trax: I'm not talking about on you...what do you think that one means like a good little "Loca Quotient"?

Loca: It means on to you boo boo...

Pick Asidz: Wild Weasel

Alexander: So you came here to find some personality viagra?

Sicco: Yeah I lost a V.R. Chess contest to some kid named "Fax" or sumthing crazy whatever his name was. But the little asshole pissed me off as he won the state of the art synthdroid from "Data Dine Corp".

Alexander: Yeah that is a gridlokx front corp, quit whining or I'll butt rape you with a kazoo! I have a new model if you want it, but you have to advertise Data Dine Corp on your radio show, o.k.?

Sicco: I can't just blurb it, but I can let is slip out somehow, you see I need the station's permission.

Alexander: Permission under conditions ain't my problem!

Sicco: Hell yeah shabba.

Alexander: We made her out of a burn victim who died in an airplane crash. She is kind of loopy and sometimes says things backwards and out of whack. We call her "Brikxy"...

Sicco: How so?

Alexander: Well she says "Olleh" instead of "hello" if you catch my drifting lifting you up on this technological muscle fest.

Sicco: Like "dog" instead of "god"?

Alexander: Kinda like that, but she is pretty and she got her name cause of the burns...

Homeless Hitman?

Homeless hitmen sitting in a bunch
Homeless hitmen get eaten for lunch
Look at that how things got drastic
Now you finally realize peoples lives aren't made out of plastic
This cruel world look what it did to me?
Junior mafia rules the world must pay a fee?
Fuck you very much
Thank you for listening
I'm not one of them
I've hustled already
Time for a christening
accept or deny?
That times get rough
Time to take out the trash?
A little huff and puff?
Sincerely though
I feel bad for the hospital
My net worth now exceeds over 160 million
Oh my gosh Josh is so little...?

Love is in the heir-Song

Chorus-Now na now na now, Now na now na now Cat
Now na now na now, Now na now na now Drat

I like to...to..to...at two in the morning. Girl if you are my baby then you better heed this forewarning...
You're a succubus
And just because
You think I'm a wuss
Doesn't mean you can use me
Give love free...free...free at three in the morning
Girl you better love me
Cause I'm pretty horny

You are an angelle kat
But just like that
Wasn't born in a vat
I'm not a rat
I'm you're friend today
While we are at play
We kiss the day away
Under covers of love...

You are my necrobyrd
I know that is absurd
Just feel the word
Coming from me in the morning
If you didn't know
That bird is a crow
Not friend or foe
Giving us a warning

I'm a geowulf
You've seen all the proof
I make things go poof
But just like your smile
The age of beguile
We'll start in a while
I'm your necrowulf
Today I'm uncouth
Uncork the vermouth
Let's have a little party
Tantric and tame
Say my name
Girl this is my game
At four in the morning...

You are a necrofysh
I'll give you your wish
A succulent dish
To swim with me this morning
But in this little pond
We go above and beyond
The magic wand
The water we get warm in...
Oh what a woman!

Love is in the heir
We play truth or dare
Of this I swear
To names we conform with
Josia is one
When I've begun
I'm not on the run
To things we adorn with
You love the hope
Which we elope
No longer use dope
That is a name I belong with...

And then we break down
Girl don't frown
I'm just another clown
In love with pet names...

Pick Asidz: Fuck the voices

Trax: Baby you are so lucky to be a robot...you don't have to listen to a man made prison that escaped from pandora's box on the street that made it's way into my old apartment, just numbers and sequences to a sane computer.

Loca: What are you going to do about that?

Trax: I don't know...I'm just starting to notice that the sales of ear plugs and sleeping pills are going through the roof. Should I invest?

Loca: It makes a sane man want to kill somebody in hiding? Don't it?

Trax: You got that shit sloppy side right sexy.

Loca: What about that pinky thing you do to the spanish people?

Trax: Oh that "on to you" thing?

Loca: Yeah that is so sexy when it comes from a hotty.

Trax: I'm always good looking to computer even though I've put on some extra data.

Loca: Data dude! That guy is nothing compared to me!

Trax: (Well you know you are bionic if you want to kick the shit out of Mike and Jen)...oops...fuck the voices!

Song-Sacrifice

Baby Baby on my knee
I made this sacrifice for thee
Staying alive through all the hurt
Was not easy and hard work
I crawled to something better
Hoping to make my dreams come alive
Believe me baby someday I will thrive
If I manage to stay alive...
I crawled onto something better
Wrote your Mom a bunch of love letters
I showed her the power of my heart
Kept on believing hoping I was being smart
Sacrifice to find something nice
Sacrifice to better advice
Sacrifice like a crown
Trying not to be shameful or lame in this town
Sacrifice is the name of this game
Sacrifice comes with pain
Sacrifice to a better hope
Giving up on all the smoke
Smoke and mirrors was how California was made
Grant me access to a path better than the edge of this blade?
I got to this town like a wounded soldier
Someones evil left me to bolster
Throw me away and take away the key
That was the first sacrifice of me
They couldn't send me to prison
Because of innocent tender
Sacrifice got caught in that blender
Instead they stole all my possesions
Some I worked for with obsessions
The rest they gave to their new criminality
The people we have to listen to because of their duality
They knew all these rich people and well to do's
I can count on them like a pair of souless shoes
I sacrificed myself to a new faith
One that takes you in no matter what the wraith
Tells it to with a pointed jagged finger
Don't look at them, they are souless swingers
Sacrifice is no fun
Sacrifice but don't buy a gun
Sacrifice to not seek revenge
Sacrifice to find a friend
Baby Baby on my knee
I'd give everything for you to have it better than me
I've amassed a large fortune
Didn't sell my soul to aquire the portion
Just paid the nice people and believed in God
Jesus too, but that still is a little odd
Sacrifice to help myself investigate
Thanks to the spirit wold which I don't negate
Sacrifice is a virtue
Not a sin, but it still can hurt you
Given a chance to win
People berate you when you are down
Herd you away from this evil town?
I don't have the fortune yet
But my appetite to recover is getting wet
Sacrifice I'm not a clown
Just a happy person
Who didn't drown
I'm alive because of good spirits
They talk to me when I'm a little near it
That is sacrifice to a lamb
Chip in so I don't wither away like the sand
Or at least listen to what I have to say
I'd hate for the evil in this play to be held at bay
For another decade
For another hour
The sacrifice I made is part of my power...