“Yes but, Albatross!”
It’s a seabird mate! A bleedin seabird!
“He’s just pining for the fjords!”
Wait, that’s not in that scene!
“Suddenly, everyone became Scottish!”
No, and there aren’t any giant Blancmange here either!
MOMMAYA: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior!
JIMROB: Well, I AM king...
MOMMAYA: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By exploitin' the Paulbots -- by 'angin' on to outdated conservative dogma which perpetuates the economic an' liberal social differences in our min-anarcho society! If there's ever going to be any progress--
THE_CONCIOUS: Mommya,there's some lovely Paulistian filth down here. Oh -- how d'you do?
JIMROB: How do you do, good lady. I am JIMROB, King of the FReepers. Who's thread is this?
THE_CONCIOUS: King of the who?
JIMROB: The FReepers.
THE_CONCIOUS: Who are the Freepers?
JIMROB: Well, we all are. we're all FReepers and I am your king.
THE_CONCIOUS: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an anarcho-capitalist Paulistinian collective!
MOMMAYA: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship. A self-perpetuating 9/11 conspiracy in which the truther classes--
THE_CONCIOUS: Oh there you go, bringing "9/11 was an inside job" into it again.