Today in the studio I have a certain Cleve Blakemore, who wanted to present his uplifting message of hope…
Humans can handle it! I know I said those things about radiation gooing away your face and stuff, but I just wanted to shock you out of your complacency! Nuclear threat: The Big Dread! The Big Useful! Haha, you must be Strong to handle it! With a little help from me, I’m sure you will be!
Go Strong Humans, Go Strong Humans, Go Strong Humans, Go!
I take it Big Rod would be Speed Racer, but does that mean Blakemore would be Racer X or that guy with the funky nose from Alpha Team? And who is Spridle and Chim Chim?
You can’t just leave these kind of questions unanswered.
I think you mean “Maybe humans don’t really need fast food…”
Other than the “stop being crazy” drugs Bill Dungsroman wants to feed me (orally of course).
I never said I wanted you to stop being crazy, Brian. That would suck. Also, if you’re alluding to my penis, I must warn you it makes all those who come into contact with it MAD WITH UNBRIDLED PENIS LUST (for penis).
I’m pretty sure humans need golf courses either, fuckhead, but I don’t see the world’s movers and shakers doing much to reclaim all that prime real estate for the benefit of humanity.