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Nothing can ruin Matt Parkman's mood.
And we mean nothing. Which means that when he opens the door and closes it-only to find Milliways, his face brightens ( Read more... )
And we mean nothing. Which means that when he opens the door and closes it-only to find Milliways, his face brightens ( Read more... )
Stephen's sitting at a nearby table. He's thinking. Loudly.
On second thought, thinking may not be the right word for it. Stephen doesn't approve of thinking, or any other such neurological activity. People have argued with him on this point, reasoning that the various functions of the brain are crucial to the individual's survival, but that's just elitist. Stephen does all his reasoning with his gut, and his gut tells him the brain is an entirely redundant organ.
Stephen, Stephen, he's a handsome man, his name is Stephen... woh oh... He takes an appreciative swig from a bottle declaring itself to be Nutz Sparkling Soda. The liquid within is an exceptionally off-putting shade of green. Oh, my sweet, nutty nectar... Don't stop believin', Stephen, Stephen... Don't stop tranceivin', Stephen, Stephen... Dammit, I knew those tiger dongs were trouble. Should've gone with United Bear Bile from the start... Cures disease and kills bears, it's a win-win... Okay, focus, Colbert.
Stephen, Stephen, he's a dashing man, his name is Stephen, oh Stephen, Stephen, I'm a handsome man, my name is Stephen...
It's really quite a catchy tune.
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