Tripping The Rift: The Movie Page #7

this high hair nightclub,

Get outta the way,

you green freak!

Sorry, fellas, no can do.

Okay, you asked

for it, a**hole!

My wife needs a new handbag.

I gotta visit the

little girl's room.

I understand completely.

A thousand and one,

a thousand and two,

a thousand and... hell,

that's long enough.

Well, excuse...

Okay...

There you are,

you little vixen.

Come to Papa!

Keep doing that.

You like that, you

dirty girl, do ya?

Yeah, I do!

Why the f*** did you tell

us Chode was responsible?

I was afraid if you

found out Adam did it,

you'd kill him.

If you killed

Chode, who'd care?

But when you sent that

android to kill him,

I felt rotten about it.

That's why I went

back to warn him.

Under the circumstances,

isn't it about time

you shut it down?

What do you think, darling?

We have to do the

right thing, honey.

Chode dies!

What do you mean?

That thing's still after me?

I didn't do

Babette, I tell ya.

Maybe you should have.

Dying for no good

reason sucks big time!

Get out of here

before it sees you.

We'll try and stall it.

I'll never forget

you all for this.

Six,

Whip,

Gus...

T'nuk!

Yeah, T'nuk. Thanks, guys.

Thanks ever so.

Damn it!

So it's agreed.

You and Babette travel back,

decline the invitation

to Chode's party,

and Bernice will shut

down the Arnie 1000.

Yeah, okay.

I can't hear you!

Sir, yes, sir!

Please, let me live,

and I'll become a new person.

I won't cuss anymore.

I'll give up the booze.

I won't hang out with hookers.

Yahoo!

Just because we

won't be at the party

doesn't mean we still

can't get it on, right?

I heard that,

you little whore!

Bernice!

Hey, big guy. You

gotta give me a break.

It's tough to go cold turkey

on so many things at once.

What say I cut

back on my language

in exchange for the

occasional prostitute?

Aah!

No! I was joking, please!

I'll do it, if

you let me live.

You will travel back!

You will not go to the party!

You will not have sex...

not then, not now,

not ever. You got that?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm going to say this one

more times, you cretins.

I now am the legal

owner of that cyborg.

Just because I'm

listening to you

doesn't mean I give a damn.

I created it, and

I want it back.

Hello, hello? Are we having

a communication problem here?

Confederation

law clearly states

that salvaged goods become

the property of the salvager.

You didn't salvage

it, you stole it!

And that salvaged goody

should be worth a few

Kroenigs on the black market.

You can't sell it! It's mine!

It's not, and I can.

Besides, whatever I get for it

still won't compensate

for the pain and suffering

you two a**holes

have caused me.

Your pain and suffering

are only just starting.

You purple...

Hey! You know what they say!

Possession...

You're not going to give me

that "9/10 of the

law" crap, are you?

Well, I was going to say

I now possess the

cyborg, so f*** off,

but that works, too.

Chode, are you crazy?

Those two could start

that thing up again.

Relax, Gus is reprogramming

it as we speak.

What makes you think

he can reprogram it?

Yeah, Uncle Chode.

Perhaps it's unreprogammable.

Once a killer,

always a killer,

and you brought it aboard.

Geez! What a bunch

of scaredy cats!

Hey, Gus! Gus?

Are you there?

I don't like the look

of this, Uncle Chode.

Shut up, will ya?

That thing can't

hurt us anymore.

Look, I'll prove it.

How do you like

that, you metal moron?

See? What did I tell you?

Chode, run for your

life. I couldn't...

Quick. To the

transporter room.

Don't leave me here like this.

Open the door.

This thing's going to kill me!

Bob, for f***'s sake!

Beam me out of here!

No can do, El Capitan.

I can't lock on to

a fast moving object.

Very f***ing funny!

Glad you think so.

It's just a little

payback, Uncle Chode.

Yeah, for all the crap you've put

us through over the last few days.

I hope this teaches

you a lesson.

You can't go around screwing

everything in the universe.

Why not? Hasn't done Paris

Hilton's career any harm.

Are you sure this

thing isn't dangerous?

Of course. It's reprogrammed.

Bob, cue music.

That's it. Wiggle your bum

like you're pulling up

a pair of underpants.

You programmed it to dance?

Why not? Dance is

the language of love.

Bob, hit it.

Do you wanna

dance around like me?

I'm the generator

Of moves

Every day and night

I'm well beyond your dreams

Geez! Gus can do everything

that android can do,

only backwards

and in high heels.

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My circuit sonnet

will light up on the beat

I circled around

so you can see

Might as well get

up from your seat

The music ranges on a memory

R-O-B-O-

Dance

Robot dance

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

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Can you feel it?

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