Alright Clank, let’s see what they got around here for finery.
These will do.
Oh yes.
Hold still, let me draw on you so it looks like you have some tattoos.
PERFECT.
Alright, let’s put it all together and take a look.
What?
Well pick something else if you really don’t like it. My second wife always used to tell me I couldn’t even dress myself.
We’ll also need to dress up your ride, but that we can do with some red-and-black paint.
Alright, I need my own costume too.
Black leather, always in style.
Uh, wow. Urban Outfitters started selling Zubaz again. End of the world, indeed.
It no longer works, but people back then loved their big calculator watches. This will fit right in.
Oh, a Universal Studios costume shop.
Hmm
How do I look?
Will need something for the truck too. Not too much, the E.A.R.A.C.H.E. is gaudy in any generation, but a little authentic touch of the time would help. Hmm, I didn’t know this was a Universal movie, maybe that’s why it’s in the bargain bin.
…but what do we call you?
Oh right, we should come up with code-names.
If Clank wears that costume he could be Clank-N-Furter.
But I can’t come up with a good name for myself, I’ll likely forget it. That’s why my father gave me his same name, so he’d never forget hisself. He always was a crafty old snake in the grass.
I’m open to suggestions.
Otherwise I’ll just go with…uh…I don’t know…uh…Halloween Jack?
Hmmm… code-names… obviously ‘Snake’ would be too obvious… That disguise does bear a striking resemblance to the mechanic that I understudied in Tijuana, a fellow I knew as ‘El Capitan’…
I learned much about diesel engines on board his ship during Chelsea’s tantrum, when I wasn’t a man over board that is…
I suggest Ron Plisskens
Well, Junior, if’n you’re gonna call me Clank-N-Furter, then I’m callin’ you Snake, leastways 'till we’re done with this mission.
~Clank turns back and forth, looking at his silhouette in the driver’s side rearview mirror.~
Does this corset make me look fat?
News had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us,
The Earth was really dying.
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
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I can’t tell in this light. Take a jump to the left.
Aw, shucks. Both of those suggestions are so good, I’m bound to get them mixed up.
“Call me Snake.”
“No. Call me Plissken.”
Dagnabbit.
scuffs toe in dirt
If the idea is to give these ghouls a taste of 1982 might I suggest using the code name Macready? That guy was big in '82. Kinda looked like you too.
Good idea. Though I’d need a bottle of J&B to pull that off convincingly, and I’ve not seen one in ages.
Rádio livre Brasil
here you are:
Good Morning Campers
I’m an alligator
I’m a mama-papa coming for you
I’m the space invader
I’ll be a rock ‘n’ rollin’ bitch for you
Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!
Freak out
Far out
So come on
Come on
We’ve really got a good thing going
Well come on
Come on
If you think we’re gonna make it
You better
Hang on to yourself
Now, we don’t dance much
We just want to play
Then we move like tigers on Vaseline
You know the the bitter
comes out better
on a stolen guitar
you’re the blessed
We’re the Drivers for Mars
I politely insist that…
ALSO: 3… 2… 1…
ye gods! have heard your pleas.
