(Jumpscare at 7:57…)
FURTHER EVIDENCE BELOW, JUST BEFORE 15 SECONDS IN!…
(Jumpscare at 7:57…)
FURTHER EVIDENCE BELOW, JUST BEFORE 15 SECONDS IN!…
THE IDEA: A cover version of “Let’s Get Physical” by Olivia Newton John, only it has been renamed “Let’s Get Liminal”. There are no other differences.
INSULT THE GREEN SQUARE BELOW IF YOU WANT TO VOTE “NOT SURE”
GLARE AT THE ORANGE SQUARE BELOW IF YOU WANT TO VOTE “DON’T”
The poll results will appear in the blank space above on 3rd November 2085.
GRAND MOFF TARKIN: Greetings, Lord Vader. My name is Grand Muff Tarkin
VADER: That’s not your name
GRAND MOFF TARKIN: [scampering away] Ah-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeee! Hoo!
JODIE FOSTER: [quote from film]
LECTER: [quote from film]
A small red plastic pedal bin flies from off-screen, striking him
LECTER: JESUS, WHO DID THAT
Jodie Foster giggles a bit, but then stops when Hannibal gives her a hard look
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Hannibal Lecter is staring right into the camera
LECTER: Ooh the lambs
JODIE FOSTER ALSO LOOKING AT THE CAMERA: Oh no, the lambs the lambs
LECTER: Clarice, do the lambs still screech and the blood still spatter all over the floor and all that
JODIE FOSTER: My name’s not Clarice
Hannibal Lecter looks confused. A small red plastic pedal bin flies from off-screen, striking him
LECTER: [in pain] Clarice it happened again
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Hannibal Lecter is trying to get the flayed corpse of a security guard up really high in that room he’s escaping from
LECTER: Fucking hell, he’s heavy. Even after I’ve eaten loads of his organs he’s still massive
Lecter slightly slips on a ladder, almost causing him to fall off and drop the body
LECTER: FUCK! Fuck me, I thought I was a goner there
Lecter manages to make it up a few more steps
LECTER: Fucking hell, why do I have to make things so difficult for myself
Lecter continues to struggle
LECTER: Shit shit shit, the cops are coming and I’m running out of time to apply my psychologically horrifying angel corpse motif. I haven’t even got that other guard’s face on my own face yet. My pulse is way the fuck above 85, let me tell you
Lecter is struck by a small red plastic pedal bin that flies from off-screen. He screeches as he falls all the way to the ground, along with the body
LECTER: [Weakly] Oh no the corpse’s arse is on my face. His horrible arse
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JK ROWLING: In my opinion Buffalo Bill is
LECTER: If Hitler told you to jump in some dog muck, would you do it?
JK Rowling looks outraged and her mouth goes into a horrified “O” shape, like a dilated anus
LECTER: I bet you would