Post by ravenf6 on Jan 13, 2007 21:16:22 GMT -5
Just for a bit of fun, I've decided to parody the famous Spam sketch from the Monty Python's Flying circus, featuring this forum's favorite pirates, the Bonnes! I wanted to do something for the good folks here at the legends station.
This is pretty much a small branch from one of my works at fanfiction.net; Mega Python's Flying Circus.
By the way, there is incredible number of times the word 'spam' is used in his sketch. Probably the most times that will ever be used all at once. But to clear up the red tape, I don't own the Bonnes or the servbots. I don't own Monty Python or the spam sketch for that matter, either..
So... for better or worse, for your reading pleasure, I present to you , the members of the MMLS forums.....
;D ;D The Bonne's Spam Sketch. ;D ;D
It was a peaceful morning on board the airship, Gesellschaft. Nothing was going on, at least in this part of the day; it was time for breakfast.. 'cause hey, even pirates need to eat when they're not pillaging and plundering.
Tiesel and his sister Tron headed down to the cafe to get in their early chow.. yet today, something seemed out of the ordinary: aside from #3, the staff in the kitchen were wearing viking helmets.
“..Hey, Tron. Where did all those helmets come from?” Tiesel asked.
“Remember that raid we pulled yesterday?” Tron began.. “Part of it was a viking convention.”
Yeah, it was odd. But the loot made a decent profit. Better yet, they didn't have to worry about a certain blue boy gumming up the works. Deciding to figure out their next plan later, Tiesel and Tron sat down at a table when # 3, dressed in a white apron and chef's hat, came out to greet them, .
“Morning, #3.” Tiesel said to the cook.
“Good morning, Master Tiesel, Miss Tron.” the servbot said with a cheerful bow.
“So what do you have this morning?” Tron asked.
“Well, Miss Tron.” #3 began . “We have egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam.....”
From out of the kitchen, a chorus of viking servbots began to sing “Spam spam spam spam....”
“.... Spam spam spam egg and spam;” #3 continued, oblivious to the singing. “Spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...”
The viking marched around the cafe as their singing became more audible “Spam! Spammity spam! Spammity Spam!” before returning to the kitchen.
“.... or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy, with a fried egg on top and spam.” #3 finished the extensive menu within a single shot.
“Don't we have any curry rice?” Tron asked.
“Nope.” #3 shook his head.
“Then... have you got anything without spam?”
“Well, there's egg sausage and spam,” mused #3. “that's not got much spam in it.
“I don't want ANY spam!” Tron protested.
“Well, why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?” Tiesel asked.
“THAT's got spam in it!” Tron answered matter-of-factly.
“It hasn't got as much spam as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?” shrugged Tiesel.
“Spam spam spam spam...” the vikings crescendoed as they emerged again.
In spite of the singing, Tron asked “Could you do me egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam, then?”
“Urgghh!!” groaned #3.
“What do you mean 'Urgghh'? Tron was starting to get angry. “I don't like spam!”
“Lovely spam! Wonderful Spam!” the singing became more prevalent.
“Shut up!” #3 shouted.
“Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!”
“Shut up!!” #3 shouted as he tossed a bomb at the crooning servbots. One explosion later, the blackened, silenced servbot troubadours retreated back to the kitchen. “Bloody vikings...” he sighed. “I'm sorry, Miss Tron; you can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.”
“I DON'T LIKE SPAM!!” Thundered a furious Tron.
“Sshh, easy, Tron, don't cause a fuss.” Tiesel said quickly. “I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam and spam!”
Once again, the singing servbots made their rounds: “Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
#3 was getting infuriated as he yelled “SHUT UP!! ... baked beans are off, Master Tiesel.” He said normally.
“Well, could I have her spam instead of the baked beans, then?” Tiesel asked.
#3 was now at a loss. “You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam and spam?...”
the serbots emerged again, drowning out the conversation before rushing to the launch platform and taking flight in the nearest drache they could find. “Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Lovely spam, wonderful spam...
as the wayward ship flew around gescellshaftt, the helmeted servbots began a more elaborate approach.. “Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am, spam spa-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam... spam... spam... Spam!!!!!”
The glory of the song's completion was quickly ruined as cannon fire blew up the drache, sending the panic-stricken servbots to the sea below. Tron sighed contently as she watched the bedlam from the bridge, eating her egg bacon spam and sausage . “You know,” she mused to herself, “ this spam doesn't taste that bad at all.”
The End.
First time I saw the sketch, I was laughing like mad, so after a while, I just had to do this. If you want to check out more of my works, check out my profile at www.fanfiction.net/u/446987/
This is pretty much a small branch from one of my works at fanfiction.net; Mega Python's Flying Circus.
By the way, there is incredible number of times the word 'spam' is used in his sketch. Probably the most times that will ever be used all at once. But to clear up the red tape, I don't own the Bonnes or the servbots. I don't own Monty Python or the spam sketch for that matter, either..
So... for better or worse, for your reading pleasure, I present to you , the members of the MMLS forums.....
;D ;D The Bonne's Spam Sketch. ;D ;D
It was a peaceful morning on board the airship, Gesellschaft. Nothing was going on, at least in this part of the day; it was time for breakfast.. 'cause hey, even pirates need to eat when they're not pillaging and plundering.
Tiesel and his sister Tron headed down to the cafe to get in their early chow.. yet today, something seemed out of the ordinary: aside from #3, the staff in the kitchen were wearing viking helmets.
“..Hey, Tron. Where did all those helmets come from?” Tiesel asked.
“Remember that raid we pulled yesterday?” Tron began.. “Part of it was a viking convention.”
Yeah, it was odd. But the loot made a decent profit. Better yet, they didn't have to worry about a certain blue boy gumming up the works. Deciding to figure out their next plan later, Tiesel and Tron sat down at a table when # 3, dressed in a white apron and chef's hat, came out to greet them, .
“Morning, #3.” Tiesel said to the cook.
“Good morning, Master Tiesel, Miss Tron.” the servbot said with a cheerful bow.
“So what do you have this morning?” Tron asked.
“Well, Miss Tron.” #3 began . “We have egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam.....”
From out of the kitchen, a chorus of viking servbots began to sing “Spam spam spam spam....”
“.... Spam spam spam egg and spam;” #3 continued, oblivious to the singing. “Spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...”
The viking marched around the cafe as their singing became more audible “Spam! Spammity spam! Spammity Spam!” before returning to the kitchen.
“.... or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy, with a fried egg on top and spam.” #3 finished the extensive menu within a single shot.
“Don't we have any curry rice?” Tron asked.
“Nope.” #3 shook his head.
“Then... have you got anything without spam?”
“Well, there's egg sausage and spam,” mused #3. “that's not got much spam in it.
“I don't want ANY spam!” Tron protested.
“Well, why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?” Tiesel asked.
“THAT's got spam in it!” Tron answered matter-of-factly.
“It hasn't got as much spam as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?” shrugged Tiesel.
“Spam spam spam spam...” the vikings crescendoed as they emerged again.
In spite of the singing, Tron asked “Could you do me egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam, then?”
“Urgghh!!” groaned #3.
“What do you mean 'Urgghh'? Tron was starting to get angry. “I don't like spam!”
“Lovely spam! Wonderful Spam!” the singing became more prevalent.
“Shut up!” #3 shouted.
“Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!”
“Shut up!!” #3 shouted as he tossed a bomb at the crooning servbots. One explosion later, the blackened, silenced servbot troubadours retreated back to the kitchen. “Bloody vikings...” he sighed. “I'm sorry, Miss Tron; you can't have egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam.”
“I DON'T LIKE SPAM!!” Thundered a furious Tron.
“Sshh, easy, Tron, don't cause a fuss.” Tiesel said quickly. “I'll have your spam. I love it. I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam and spam!”
Once again, the singing servbots made their rounds: “Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!
#3 was getting infuriated as he yelled “SHUT UP!! ... baked beans are off, Master Tiesel.” He said normally.
“Well, could I have her spam instead of the baked beans, then?” Tiesel asked.
#3 was now at a loss. “You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam spam and spam?...”
the serbots emerged again, drowning out the conversation before rushing to the launch platform and taking flight in the nearest drache they could find. “Lovely spam! Wonderful spam! Lovely spam, wonderful spam...
as the wayward ship flew around gescellshaftt, the helmeted servbots began a more elaborate approach.. “Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am, spam spa-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam... spam... spam... Spam!!!!!”
The glory of the song's completion was quickly ruined as cannon fire blew up the drache, sending the panic-stricken servbots to the sea below. Tron sighed contently as she watched the bedlam from the bridge, eating her egg bacon spam and sausage . “You know,” she mused to herself, “ this spam doesn't taste that bad at all.”
The End.
First time I saw the sketch, I was laughing like mad, so after a while, I just had to do this. If you want to check out more of my works, check out my profile at www.fanfiction.net/u/446987/