Beats Entropy

6 Responses to “Passive Depressive #2”

1. A.J. Valliant Says:

   
   October 3, 2006 at 10:32 pm

   Ahaha, nice.
   I love how maliciously machine feral the toastmaster becomes the moment it’s primary mandate has been fufilled.

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2. engtech Says:

   
   October 3, 2006 at 11:45 pm

   I can’t wait to see Toastmaster vs Fruit Fucker

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3. Mike Says:

   
   October 4, 2006 at 8:43 am

   Is Fruit Fucker the PA juicer?

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4. seekr Says:

   
   October 4, 2006 at 11:43 am

   scrumpcious.

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5. engtech Says:

   
   October 6, 2006 at 10:58 am

   @mike

   yup, Fruit Fucker is the PA juicer of doom.

   I can’t wait until the PA video game comes out.

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6. jaybird Says:

   
   November 16, 2006 at 8:44 pm

   Panel 1:
   Leo: Ok Mr. Toasty, toast me one slice of bread, extra dark.

   Panel 2:
   Molly: Hello
   Leo: Hi, I’m looking to order a self-sealing 43.7 gauge scotoling dremil nob, do you have any in stock?

   Panel 3:
   Molly: This is Molly, your digital menu assistant. Please listen carefully and choose one of the following options. To speak to an agent, please press 1 now, to speek….
   Leo: Oops.

   Panel 4:
   Chuck: hi, this is Chuck….
   Leo: Hi Chuck, I need to order a 43.7 gauge scotoling dremil nob, can you…
   Chuck: your electronic sales buddy. To place an order please say *order* now.

   Panel 5:
   Leo: ORDER!
   Chuck: Welcome to Friendly-Shop, where people come first. How may I help you…
   Leo: Look, I’ve been on the phone for 20 minutes. I just need a scrotoling dremi…
   Chuck: …better navigate this automated menu system.

   Panel 6:
   Wendy: Hi, sorry about all the automated messages, this is Wendy Nesbit speaking…
   Leo: All I want is a scrotoling dremil nob. Is that too much to ask for?
   Wendy: …as a replacement automated assistant. Unfortunately we are having minor technical difficulties which may results in some trouble with the automated menu system. Please stand by while we transfer your call.

   Panel 7:
   Leo: Aw go fuck your automated self. I hope you get a venereal disease for computers and ooze cooling fluid out your inputs! How about I press 7 to whip it out and snap a batch into your diskdrive? Better yet how ’bout I press 9 and have your mom, YOU CYBER-SURROGATE PHONE TURD!
   Wendy: Sir, I don’t have to take this abuse, I’m going to have to…
   Leo: What!? You’re a real person? Oh GOD, no don’t go. All I want is a 43.7 gauge scroto…

   Panel 8:
   Leo: Hello….?
   Voice in background: What the… Hey don’t grab me… Eeeeeeeeiii, stop. No, wait THAT IS NOT TOAST. Sweet jesus, lord no… no…. NO! HELP ME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

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