Rex Tyrannus
280lbs of gross stupidity
Mork calling Orson...
...Come in Orson...
...Mork calling Orson. Orson, do you read me?
Orson: [reverb]Mork, is that you?[/reverb]
Mork: Yes, your tubbyness.
Orson: [reverb]Report, Mork. What have you learned in your time among the humans?[/reverb]
Mork: Well, sir, I've learned that humans have a strange form escapism called SciFi.
Orson: [reverb]Escapism? What are the humans escaping from?[/reverb]
Mork: Mostly, your festering flatulence, they escape from the mundane bore that has become of their lives when marriage and children dash their dreams like Necratons at an Ardvuulean tea party.
Orson: [reverb]Have you been smoking your socks again, Mork?[/reverb]
Mork: No, it's true, sir. Take Star Trek, for example.
Orson: [reverb]All I see is a ham whose costume is three sizes too small.[/reverb]
Mork: Precisely! A little makeup, some cardboard control panels...bad sound effects...It's all it takes and people can dream. For one thirty-minute block, they can leave their work-a-day planet behind, with all its traffic and empty pretzel bowls. For that one half hour, they can be Kirk, intergalactic playboy, part-time space captain.
Orson: [reverb]I see. So you're saying that humans' lives are so miserable that they'll envy a bald guy in a tight unitard?[/reverb]
Mork: Well sort of. More like they'll envy that he gets to leave this dump of a planet.
Orson: [reverb]Do all humans wish to leave the Earth so much, Mork?[/reverb]
Mork: No, your dimwitted weasleness, not all humans. Only the best of them. The nerds.
Orson: [reverb]Ah yes. The nerds. The ones our science counsel asked you to keep an eye on. How go their undertakings?[/reverb]
Mork: Well sir. Things go well, thanks to stellar leadership of one particularly brilliant dictator.
Orson: [reverb]Ah, yes. I know the man. He's the one I wish that Mindy girl would embrace wearing naught but that puffy vest. Tell me more of his great triumph.[/reverb]
Mork: Certainly sir. If you'll recall, previous leaders of the nerds had decided to build up an offensive against those nasy cretins, the Ethiopians. So, naturally, our great hero appraised the world's accumulated knowledge.
Orson: [reverb]I see a parity. I thought you said these nerds were smart, Mork.[/reverb]
Mork: They are, oh aromatic one. But they've had to climb back up the tech race after their previous long war with the Arabians. Now they are ready to cripple another, less nerdy rival. But first, they must acquire chemical happiness.

Orson: [reverb]Spice?!? You're supposed to be observing the planet, not running around getting Ort-faced.[/reverb]
Mork: No sir, this isn't Dune. Spice just makes your food taste better. Though, speaking of Ort-faced, your slovenlyness, someone awfully dumb must have been at the helm of the barbarian caravel that attacked our nerds' destroyer. Look, they got a great general out of it too.

Orson: [reverb]Aren't all generals great?[/reverb]
Mork: No. General Motors has been a huge drain on the economy.
Orson: [reverb]Who's General Motors?[/reverb]
Mork: General Motors is a corporation, sir

Mork: Sort of like a government, but with fewer scruples.
Orson: [reverb]Ah scruples. Like not stealing candy from a baby?[/reverb]
Mork: No, sir. More like not giving Diesel fuel to the guy you're going to go beat up.

Mork: Or like not giving a crap when some frozen miners can't get to work.

Orson: [reverb]But Mork, don't humans know that such disregard for others' well being will come back to bight them in the ass? I wouldn't be surprised to learn that, just before this great assault your nerds are preparing, all the defenders suddenly put down their bows and pick up rifles.[/reverb]

Mork: Yes. They call it karma, Sir. But humans seem incapable of making the good decision when the short term gain brings immediate gratification
Orson: [reverb]Immediate gratification?
Mork: Sure. You know, like seeing your enemies driven before you and hearing the lamentations of the women. Things that make men happy.[/reverb]

Orson: [reverb]Holy shazbat! That's a nice stack. I wasn't expecting to see the nerds so powerful, based on our most recent intelligence report.[/reverb]

Mork: No, and they have even more ships and rifles headed that way. The battles should be quite a sight. Of course, they've gutted their defenses in their cities, but the Ethiopians won't manage an amphibious attack very well. Besides, if things go poorly, they can trade knowledge for moolah and cash-rush a defense.

Orson: [reverb]Well done, Mork. Is there any more to report.[/reverb]
Mork: No sir, only that our nerds have conscripted many nerdly citizens to participate in the battle, so their cities will be unhappy and underpopulated for a while. I hope they can build back their infrastructure fast.
Mork: Until next week, sir, Nanu-nanu!
...Come in Orson...
...Mork calling Orson. Orson, do you read me?
Orson: [reverb]Mork, is that you?[/reverb]
Mork: Yes, your tubbyness.
Orson: [reverb]Report, Mork. What have you learned in your time among the humans?[/reverb]
Mork: Well, sir, I've learned that humans have a strange form escapism called SciFi.
Orson: [reverb]Escapism? What are the humans escaping from?[/reverb]
Mork: Mostly, your festering flatulence, they escape from the mundane bore that has become of their lives when marriage and children dash their dreams like Necratons at an Ardvuulean tea party.
Orson: [reverb]Have you been smoking your socks again, Mork?[/reverb]
Mork: No, it's true, sir. Take Star Trek, for example.

Orson: [reverb]All I see is a ham whose costume is three sizes too small.[/reverb]
Mork: Precisely! A little makeup, some cardboard control panels...bad sound effects...It's all it takes and people can dream. For one thirty-minute block, they can leave their work-a-day planet behind, with all its traffic and empty pretzel bowls. For that one half hour, they can be Kirk, intergalactic playboy, part-time space captain.
Orson: [reverb]I see. So you're saying that humans' lives are so miserable that they'll envy a bald guy in a tight unitard?[/reverb]

Mork: Well sort of. More like they'll envy that he gets to leave this dump of a planet.
Orson: [reverb]Do all humans wish to leave the Earth so much, Mork?[/reverb]
Mork: No, your dimwitted weasleness, not all humans. Only the best of them. The nerds.
Orson: [reverb]Ah yes. The nerds. The ones our science counsel asked you to keep an eye on. How go their undertakings?[/reverb]
Mork: Well sir. Things go well, thanks to stellar leadership of one particularly brilliant dictator.
Orson: [reverb]Ah, yes. I know the man. He's the one I wish that Mindy girl would embrace wearing naught but that puffy vest. Tell me more of his great triumph.[/reverb]
Mork: Certainly sir. If you'll recall, previous leaders of the nerds had decided to build up an offensive against those nasy cretins, the Ethiopians. So, naturally, our great hero appraised the world's accumulated knowledge.

Orson: [reverb]I see a parity. I thought you said these nerds were smart, Mork.[/reverb]
Mork: They are, oh aromatic one. But they've had to climb back up the tech race after their previous long war with the Arabians. Now they are ready to cripple another, less nerdy rival. But first, they must acquire chemical happiness.

Orson: [reverb]Spice?!? You're supposed to be observing the planet, not running around getting Ort-faced.[/reverb]
Mork: No sir, this isn't Dune. Spice just makes your food taste better. Though, speaking of Ort-faced, your slovenlyness, someone awfully dumb must have been at the helm of the barbarian caravel that attacked our nerds' destroyer. Look, they got a great general out of it too.

Orson: [reverb]Aren't all generals great?[/reverb]
Mork: No. General Motors has been a huge drain on the economy.
Orson: [reverb]Who's General Motors?[/reverb]
Mork: General Motors is a corporation, sir

Mork: Sort of like a government, but with fewer scruples.
Orson: [reverb]Ah scruples. Like not stealing candy from a baby?[/reverb]
Mork: No, sir. More like not giving Diesel fuel to the guy you're going to go beat up.

Mork: Or like not giving a crap when some frozen miners can't get to work.

Orson: [reverb]But Mork, don't humans know that such disregard for others' well being will come back to bight them in the ass? I wouldn't be surprised to learn that, just before this great assault your nerds are preparing, all the defenders suddenly put down their bows and pick up rifles.[/reverb]

Mork: Yes. They call it karma, Sir. But humans seem incapable of making the good decision when the short term gain brings immediate gratification
Orson: [reverb]Immediate gratification?
Mork: Sure. You know, like seeing your enemies driven before you and hearing the lamentations of the women. Things that make men happy.[/reverb]

Orson: [reverb]Holy shazbat! That's a nice stack. I wasn't expecting to see the nerds so powerful, based on our most recent intelligence report.[/reverb]

Mork: No, and they have even more ships and rifles headed that way. The battles should be quite a sight. Of course, they've gutted their defenses in their cities, but the Ethiopians won't manage an amphibious attack very well. Besides, if things go poorly, they can trade knowledge for moolah and cash-rush a defense.

Orson: [reverb]Well done, Mork. Is there any more to report.[/reverb]
Mork: No sir, only that our nerds have conscripted many nerdly citizens to participate in the battle, so their cities will be unhappy and underpopulated for a while. I hope they can build back their infrastructure fast.
Mork: Until next week, sir, Nanu-nanu!