Wednesday 25 July 2001

Narrator: Doythaban examines a copy of himselves... one with a grisly wound.

DoytHaban: (doyt) How's it look, haban?(haban) It's hard to tell.

Narrator: (Grisly wound censored)

DoytHaban: (haban) This 'censored' sign is in my way.

Narrator: (Grisly wound censored)

Narrator: The wound is really grisly. Definitely not family fare.

DoytHaban: (haban) Then i'll hold his head over there. How's that?

Narrator: I guess that's okay. But I warned you.

DoytHaban: (doyt) Yeargh! I think i'm gonna hurl.(haban) Quit closing our eyes, Doyt! You're as bad as the Narrator!