Before proceeding, why not reacquaint yourself with:
Part 1 -
http://nukesandknives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/total-recall-propagation-synthesis.html
Part 2 -
http://nukesandknives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/total-recall-purification-conservation.html
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, a horse won Richter a mint and Benny let off a tremendous fart...
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If I am to become that fucking asshole Hauser, it is my democratic right for televisual entertainment to be provided. |
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Crap, junk, bollocks and bullshit.
It makes me wonder why I pay my TV licence.
I wonder if it's the same back on Earth... |
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Richter: Excuse me pal, do you mind if I twat the bastard, just for old time's sake? Doctor: For fun? Richter: No in the name of science - you fucking idiot. |
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That's for porking my old lady - hard and deep. |
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One detects digesting ring-piece inferno, washed down with seventeen pints of dangerous strength lager is more unlikely than contracting agoraphobia of imminent pain. |
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JESUS! That tickles.
In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have pissed him off... |
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Squeal like a mouse, sing like a canary and miaow like a pussy.
That is the way of samurai. |
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Oi bitch, filthier than a holiday postcard.
This is hardly the time to drop knickers, spread legs and authorise lab rat to perform cunnilingus. |
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It's...(hmmm), errr, an experiment.
A bit more (ooohhhh)... down a little (not too much).
Nibble, nuzzle and give it a cuddle. Treat the old muff rough and tough, and... why so jealous? |
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Ladies and gentlemen - witness the grit and determination of Bruce Banner. |
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Now you've licked the bitch dry, it's time for me to aim high. |
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Game shot and the match.
Slack jaw, ball breaking, desk hugging, brick laying, clock watching, dumb fuck. |
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As your ass always wanted to be skewered more than mixed kebab... |
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Safe in the knowledge I've gone all Debbie Harry and KooKoo, at least I can die happy. |
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Now Quaid and Melina have defaced campaign poster with spunking prick and customary three pubes per testicle, shall I throw the switch and activate the reactor? |
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But it'll spread to all the turbinium on the planet and Mars will go into global meltdown.
(Richter raises famous frown lines).
WELL SHIT ON A BASTARD STICK! Even those aliens didn't think of that. |
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Your landlord warned what would happen if you fuckers fell behind with rent. |
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(Cough, splutter, choke).
My final wish upon this earth is for piscine to be given a decent send-off, and not suffer the indignity of being flushed down unscented and neglected ivory throne. |
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As we're running out of air, it blows we don't have some kind of life bar. |
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Thumbelina: Look Tony, you're not Isaac Clarke and this ain't Dead Space. Now kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP before necromorphs get Victorian on everybody's ass. |
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Hey Quaid (not forgetting Melina), you remember father of five (four) kids to feed?
Benny. Benny's the name, (ha ha ha) and betraying is my game. |
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Which unofficial Roger Moore James Bond adventure is now of particular relevance? |
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OCTOPUUSSYYY!!!! |
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I meant For Your Operator's Eyes Only.
After endodontic treatment, this minor migraine cannot climb beyond the peak of pain. |
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Fiddletwits. It appears my prediction was wrong. |
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First I punch you, now bullets fuck you. 'Cause honey I'm an asshole draped like a daydream. |
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Don't panic viewers, but everybody's GeForce is about to temporarily Nvidia. |
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The impatient can minimise this window to the taskbar and continue working while updates are downloaded and installed.
It is not necessary to restart your computer. |
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Should first person be played with joypad or mouse?
While you're chewing over rhetoric, please be advised - I'VE GOT A HOLOGRAPH! |
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I am doing unto you, what Captain Freedom did unto to Ben Richards. |
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Yes it's The Running Man, with Cadre Cola - it hits the g-spot. |
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! |
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Cohaagen (off-screen): The construction worker that became a secret agent. The secret agent that became a dream. The dream that escaped lobotomization.
Fascinating story! |
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As adverse weather conditions are due to oscillate, engage reverse thrusters.
Malfunction! Unable to launch. Bleep, whirr; etc. Maximum overdrive. Access denied.
Well whatever nevermind.
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I've heard of relationships getting off to a flying start but this is just fucking ridiculous. |
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Under pressure. Dum dum dum dur de de dum, (plink plonk). |
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My fingers don't even fit. Who designed this ungodly piece of shit?
Arth and his friend ritis will be visiting sooner than expected. |
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The inaugural winner of Mars With Talentless Sophistication reveals Mary (three tits) was salvation and Last Resort for fame. |
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Experiment gone right 41A didn't even make it through auditions. |
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I would take it further (on coming second), but the appeals procedure is purposely convoluted and inappropriately expensive. Anyway, going up against a bunch of ass-kissing, back-stabbing, corrupt-sucking bastards would be profligate. |
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Quaid: (Puff puff, pant pant). That was shagtastic and I came like Niagra Falls.
Mel: Ha! I'm glad somebody did, as I've known fruit machine spins last longer.
Hauser gets to fuck me every night? I can hardly wait. |
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Quaid: Would one care for a tongue embrace?
Mel: I suppose saliva transfer must be better than inept rhythmic grinding. |
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(Yuck! The dirty bastard didn't even bother to scrub teeth and gargle cheap cider). |
The future has a silver lining.
Robocop (1987) will follow (at some point).
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