Panel found here, but I don't know what it has to do with Juvenile Delinquent Girl Detective—nor do I particularly want to—so why not let's caption it ourselves?
"Pain or damage don't end the world, or despair or fucking beatings. The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man—"
"—or a monkey."
"Or a monkey—"
"—or Super Musculoso!"
"Or Super fucking Musculoso—then give some back. Good to see centuries of fucking inbreeding attuned you cunts to the necessities of the times."
The wife looked at me like I was insane, but that does look like Al Swearengen, doesn't it?
Posted by: SEK | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 08:18 PM
"In the year 2723, four pillars of Monument Valley were reshaped into abstract renditions of the great leaders who triumphed over evil half a millenium earlier but whose precise forms were lost to history: Reagan the Bonzo Apeman, Richard the Great also known as the first Cheney Clone King, Gore XP 2.0, and Osama the masked Marauder and terror of the Cage Matches."
Posted by: Ahistoricality | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 08:49 PM
"They stood still in the stark, southwestern heat, staring blank as rockface at the carnage waiting patiently up the road for them. But until then, they could ponder the irony of a hairy-chested man riding through the dead noon beside a smooth-chested ape. And they could ponder the mystery: just *wha*t was under the shirt of their silent friend, El Vato?"
Posted by: Luther Blissett | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 09:16 PM
Sadly, I didn't even notice the robot. I'm not sure what Swearengen would say to a robot, but it'd beyond profane, I guarantee.
Posted by: SEK | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 10:08 PM
"It was only then, on the night before we shipped out to Iraq, as I reviewed my troops that I would be leading into battle, that I began to have doubts about the declining standards of the National Guard. Yes, we hit the enrollment targets, sure. But with what sort of men? A guy so inordinately proud of his chest bush that he refused to wear his fatigues, an ape from the San Diego zoo, a Star Wars nut who was scared to appear in public without his R2D2 getup, and an illegal Mexican wrestler who went by "el vaquero secreto"? It was, in short, the moment when I should have known that les jeux sont faits. We were well and truly fucked."
Posted by: CR | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 10:30 PM
Scott,
Both my wife and I loved yours. Tell me: did you borrow from actual show dialogue, or is that an independent invention? The syntactical arrangement of the first sentence is perfect.
Posted by: CR | Friday, 06 July 2007 at 10:34 PM
Freddie Mercury was glad to be back, but he thought that Brian, Roger and John seemed different, somehow...
Posted by: iain | Saturday, 07 July 2007 at 04:29 AM
The Evolution of Man
Posted by: Ray Davis | Saturday, 07 July 2007 at 09:30 AM
The Four Horsemen of the Gaypocalypse.
Posted by: Adam Roberts | Saturday, 07 July 2007 at 10:28 AM
Brilliant, people, brilliant.
And CR, I think it's from the show, but I pulled it from memory, so it's liable to be bastardized.
Posted by: SEK | Saturday, 07 July 2007 at 12:02 PM
"We have been assembled to produce the ultimate bar joke."
It's all I can muster.
Posted by: JAKE | Saturday, 07 July 2007 at 07:53 PM
I was desperate, but this was no ordinary urinal...
Posted by: mp | Monday, 09 July 2007 at 02:41 PM
Despite the bewildering array of contestants, there was only one clear winner in the Shirtless Joe Stalin Lookalike Contest.
Posted by: Nullifidian | Monday, 09 July 2007 at 04:45 PM