There's a few things where someone will be doing the animation or get attacked. They're just piling irony upon irony, or layer upon layer of silliness. You never really get a chance to process the last thing that's happened so you just end up in this kind of giddy state. It's hysterical, if it really is multilied as well. I hort the bit about er impersonate clark gable, who, of course, existed ten centuries later. In camelot we sing from the diaphragmalot. This is it, wn, the knights of the round table. We dance whenever we are able. Impeccable, which is quite