Bohemian Rhapsody
Well, we're here in Virginia Beach. It's different. Not that Georgia wasn't. It's just a southern thing I guess. The roads make no sense. It's not huge like Atlanta, but it's spread way out like it. (I'm gonna leave out my whining because I need to stay positive about the small problems I have.) Besides the strange roads what shall I talk about first?
I guess I'll begin with Trevor's place of work, Decipher. It was a very Harry Potter like establishment. The entrance to this place was like the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Very small and nondescript. In fact there was nothing to denote what the place was. When we got inside, it was like stepping into Hogwarts. It was frickin' huge! There were staircases that went to one floor only. I kept waiting for them to change at will. Staircases that never went to the bottom floor even though I could plainly see people down there. Staircases that went to every floor save the art department. That was the only department we didn't visit. (Trevor said they don't like intrusions.) I have no idea how they leave. If Trevor hadn't been there leading the way, I would still be there.
Second there was this huge ass lightning storm. I call it a lightning storm because there was no thunder and no rain just repetitive flashes hitting the ground in Newport News. (We had to go get Trevor's car from the airport.)
Third there was this street called Witchduck, and I kept thinking of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Sir Bedevere: What makes you think she's a witch?
Peasant: Well she turned me into a newt!
Sir Bedevere: A newt?
Peasant: I got better.
Crowd: BURN HER ANYWAY!
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Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us!
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them!
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches!
Peasant 2: Wood!
Sir Bedevere: Correct. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood?
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her!
Sir Bedevere: But don't we also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Now, does wood float in water?
Peasant 1: No, no... Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread!
Peasant 2: Apples!
Peasant 3: Very small rocks!
Peasant 2: Cherries! Great lumpy gravy!
Peasant 3: Crutches!
King Arthur: A Duck!
Sir Bedevere: Exactly!
That's all of the scene I could find. Dammit. Oh well, while looking for the rest of the scene, I stumbled upon this extremely dorky quiz.
I bow down to your awesomeness. You truly are a
Knight of the Round Table, ready to defend
yourself against the Knights of Ni, use the
Holy Grenade of Antioch, and RUN
AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! from the horrible monster
of ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHH!! Or perhaps a
barber who truly desires to be a singing
lumberjack. Or better yet, you are Brian,
fighting off the misguided crowds and wondering
what on earth you did wrong to wind up singing
"Always Look on the Bright Side of
Life" while hanging on the cross. Well
whoever you choose all I have to say is Go
you!!!
How big of a Monty Python fan are you?
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I guess I'll begin with Trevor's place of work, Decipher. It was a very Harry Potter like establishment. The entrance to this place was like the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Very small and nondescript. In fact there was nothing to denote what the place was. When we got inside, it was like stepping into Hogwarts. It was frickin' huge! There were staircases that went to one floor only. I kept waiting for them to change at will. Staircases that never went to the bottom floor even though I could plainly see people down there. Staircases that went to every floor save the art department. That was the only department we didn't visit. (Trevor said they don't like intrusions.) I have no idea how they leave. If Trevor hadn't been there leading the way, I would still be there.
Second there was this huge ass lightning storm. I call it a lightning storm because there was no thunder and no rain just repetitive flashes hitting the ground in Newport News. (We had to go get Trevor's car from the airport.)
Third there was this street called Witchduck, and I kept thinking of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Sir Bedevere: What makes you think she's a witch?
Peasant: Well she turned me into a newt!
Sir Bedevere: A newt?
Peasant: I got better.
Crowd: BURN HER ANYWAY!
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Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us!
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them!
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches!
Peasant 2: Wood!
Sir Bedevere: Correct. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood?
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her!
Sir Bedevere: But don't we also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Now, does wood float in water?
Peasant 1: No, no... Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread!
Peasant 2: Apples!
Peasant 3: Very small rocks!
Peasant 2: Cherries! Great lumpy gravy!
Peasant 3: Crutches!
King Arthur: A Duck!
Sir Bedevere: Exactly!
That's all of the scene I could find. Dammit. Oh well, while looking for the rest of the scene, I stumbled upon this extremely dorky quiz.
I bow down to your awesomeness. You truly are a
Knight of the Round Table, ready to defend
yourself against the Knights of Ni, use the
Holy Grenade of Antioch, and RUN
AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! from the horrible monster
of ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHH!! Or perhaps a
barber who truly desires to be a singing
lumberjack. Or better yet, you are Brian,
fighting off the misguided crowds and wondering
what on earth you did wrong to wind up singing
"Always Look on the Bright Side of
Life" while hanging on the cross. Well
whoever you choose all I have to say is Go
you!!!
How big of a Monty Python fan are you?
brought to you by Quizilla