JayHarrison
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- Jun 11, 2021
I'm going out onna limb here and postulating that the arcane "knowledge" Bob believes he possesses, is How to Get to the Soopeeryah Fyootchah(tm).
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If only the powers-that-be listen to Bob while he furiously tweets bile at those he considers Unpersons (because they hold back the Scientists somehow while Believing), and they do as he recommends (including transporting 100 Cocaine Hippos to the middle of Florida or wherever), then finally, finally, the Holy Soopeeryah Fyootchah(tm) will come.
It's like a damn kid that's way too old for it, waiting for fucking Santa Claus at Christmas. Or better yet, Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin.
There are two things that would make this scenario even schadenfreude-inducingly humorous:How seasonally appropriate.
I can picture it - MovieBob staying up all night in a pumpkin patch, his Mario blazer covering him for warmth, as he awaits the Great Scientist Man to come down from the Moon Ship to deliver him his wish of wiping out the Mayo-Ghouls. Meanwhile, everyone else is out actually trying to enjoy Halloween.
ONE: Instead of the Great Scientist Man emerging from the pumpkin patch, it's Covington Catholic student Nick Sandmann, complete with red MAGA hat and the same smile he maintained as he was confronted by protestors at the Lincoln Memorial in 2019.
TWO: It's 4:00 in the morning, and Moviebob is still alone in the pumpkin patch, loudly shivering as he sleeps with a blanket that's much too small and much too thin to keep him warm... AND he reamins there all night.