J: So anyways, I say to him... "You don't really know anything about karaoke, do you?" And he said, "No, but you won't need it where you're going..." And that's when he shot me up here.
M: For me, I just thought it was a museum trip.
J: What?
M: I read the invite wrong.
(Servo appears in a suit and tie)
T: Step right on up, boys and lads! I, Tom Servo, has come up with a brilliant contraption for a cheap buck! Behold: The Namer! With the great inspirations from the story we're reading, I have come up with sucky names for our sucky lifestyle!
J: Really? So like... Apenni, Quinchi, Lexsa Maori... Lex...
T: Yes!
M: Woah! Well, tell me mine!
T: Yours is... Nelsnork! No! Uh... Hmmm... Mmmm... Mellin! No! That sounds like an everyday object...
M: Woah, my little robot friend, are you okay?
(Tom starts crying)
T: My circuts... They can't handle the complex science behind smashing words together for unique names! I'll never be as terrible as young Lexsi Marinn!
J: Oh, it's okay, bud... I can't think of any, either.
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YOU ARE READING
the MST3K gang riffs on bad stories i made when i was like nine
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