Meanwhile, in a small section of Purgatory...
WEDESDAY: Where in the heck am I. (Sits on a couch) Kind of reminds me of MST3K
Gob Almighty is in his Frankenfuter form.
GOB ALMIGHTY: singing
A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face
When kicked to the ground;
And soon in the gym with a determined chin,
The sweat from his pores as he works for his cause
Will make him glisten ...and gleam.
And with massage, and just a little bit of steam,
He'll be pink and quite clean
He'll be a strong man. Oh honey...
But the wrong man.
He'll eat nutritious high protein. And swallow raw eggs...
Try to build up his shoulders, his chest, arms, and... legs.
Such an effort if he only knew of my plan.
In just seven days...
I can make you a man.
He'll do press-ups, and chin-ups, do the snatch, clean and jerk.
He thinks dynamic tension must be hard work.
Such strenuous living I just don't understand,
When in just seven days, oh baby, ...I can make you a man.
Gob Almighty see Wednesday, smirks, and dances over too him. Wednesday is too shocked to do anything.
GOB: (Continues)
But a deltoid and a bicep.
A hot groin and a tricep.
Makes me, oooh, shake,
Makes me want to take Charles Atlas by the...ha-ha-hand.
In just seven days I can make you a man.
I don't want no dissention, just dynamic tension.
I'm a muscle fan.
In just seven days, I can make you a man
Dig it if you can
In just seven days, I can make you a man.
Gob runs to the couch and looks as if he is about to dogpile Wendnesday. Wendnesday gets over his shock and jumps off the couch. Gob jumps onto the couch anyways, and turns into...David Hyde Pierce?
GOB: Heh heh heh heh heh, Meta humans are just too damn easy.
WEDNESDAY: Who, or what the hell are you? And sorry, bro, but I just don't swing that way.
GOB: Who asked if you did? I just wanted to see the look on your face when I did that to you. (buisinesslike, pulls out a list.) Okay, what is your name?
WEDNESDAY: Meta Human, or birth?
GOB: Either.
WEDNESDAY: Jason E. Perkins, otherwise known as Wednesday, otherwise known as Any Given Wednesday, or AGW.
GOB: Let's see...OH CRAP!
WEDNESDAY: What?
GOB: He's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill me...
WEDNESDAY: Who's gonna kill you?
GOB: God is going to kill me, oh crap I screwed up bigtime...
WEDNESDAY: Why would God kill you?
GOB: Well, you are, for want of a better word dead.
WEDNESDAY:
What do you mean dead?
GOB: Die: To kick the bucket, to buy the farm, to drop the cue, to go for one's tea, to cut one's cable of life, to hop the twig, to bite the dust, to go belly up....
WEDNESDAY: Alright...
GOB:...expire, perish; meet one's death, meet one's end; pass away, be taken; yield one's breath, resign one's breath; resign one's being, resign one's life; end one's days, end one's life, end one's earthly career; breathe one's last; cease to live, cease to breathe; depart this life; be no more; go off, drop off, pop off; lose one's life, lay down one's life, relinquish one's life, surrender one's life; drop into the grave, sink into the grave; close one's eyes; fall dead, drop dead, fall down dead, drop down dead; break one's neck; give up the ghost, yield up the ghost; be all over with one...
WEDNESDAY: That enough...
GOB:...pay the debt to nature, shuffle off this mortal coil, take one's last sleep; go the way of all flesh; hand in one's checks, pass in one's checks, hand in one's chips, pass in one's chips [U.S.]; join the greater number, join the majority; come to dust, turn to dust; cross the Stygian ferry, cross the bar; go to one's long account, go to one's last home, go to Davy Jones's locker, go to the wall; receive one's death warrant, make one's will, step out, die a natural death, go out like the snuff of a candle; come to an untimely end; catch one's death; go off the hooks, turn up one's toes...
WEDNESDAY:
ALRIGHT I GET IT! I DIED!
GOB:
Sorry. But here is the problem. You aren't supposed to die for quite a few years.
