Bill: Whoa, what's in the the crates Ted?
Ted: Whoa, it says Anthrax!
ANTHRAX!! EXCELLENT! *Air Guitaring*
Bill: This looks like it's full of potato chip bags!
Ted: Whoa? Anthrax potato chips?Bill: Look, it's a picture of that bin Laden guy who isn't really a terrorist, or at least that's what people keep posting about...
Ted: Yes, but hasn't Brokaw been on the air for coming up on 7200 hours broadcasting about those dickweeds who crashed planes into our favorite New York landmark?
Bill: Yeah, but you know the media.
Ted: Yeah... Whoa??
Phone Booth crashes into port-o-let
Rufus: Greetings my excellent friends, would you care to take yet another adventure back in time?
Bill: Where to Rufus?
Rufus: About 10 years ago, a most heinous dickweed was hatching plans to overthrow western civilization. We like to belittle their view through the use of the term "The Great Satan," which is a badly translated version of what they like to call us.
Ted: Whoa!! Cultural boundaries colliding in my head!
Bill: So, what are you saying Rufus?
Rufus: Well, we're going to go back and have us a nice barbecue. You see, Anthrax... yes yes, the band, is named after a cattle disease, which is on those chips that... uhh, you didn't eat the chips did you?
Bill: *shoves bag in pocket* uhh, no rufus
Ted: well, maybe just one
Rufus: Come on boys, we're going to the future, where everyone wheres Clothing By Nerf *tm*, to cure you, and then we'll go have us a barbecue
EXCELLENT! *Air Guitaring*