Indy: This is the last time. Give me my hat or I'll shoot you!
Swordsman: You're bluffing!
Indy: I never bluff.
Swordsman: How do you explain that in the lower-right corner! Ha!
Unbeknowenst to either Indy or his adversary, Harvey the Rabbit was rising out of the ground to stop the fight...matter of fact, maybe he already had...
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"The pants! I'd have realized how far away I was if my pants were the right color! Darned pants!
"Listen, I didn't set my alarm properly, I missed the bus, and my boss fired me. I shot him for it...and you want to charge me for going up a ramp that leads nowhere?!"
A clipping from the Pankot Inquirer, June 24th 1935
THE SONS OF KALI CULT CONFERENCE TEMPLE FINALLY UP
"The one to thank in our early completion is no doubt the workers' foreman Henry Jones," Father M. Ram, the Cult High Priest, commented in the press conference.
"There was a lot of time wasted in making sure that the workers actually did something for their payroll, since the morale was somewhat low, I admit. After our foreman shoved one of the workers off the scaffoldings in an unfortunate incident, the labor found compeletely new gear of themselves. So I wouldn't say that it was a 'completely useless act of violence', as the papers dressed it up. In the question if supervisor Jones did it in purpose, no comment."
When asked about the mood and morale among the labourers, the workforce representative S. Round was more than happy to give us a piece of insight from their long-going project.
"There was a funny incident when we caught our foreman performing a harem dance with the coffee girl. One of the workers managed to capture the situation with his camera (see picture), in order to get a funny pic to brighten up the somewhat dull interior of the rat-infested mud-hole called the worker barracks."
A grief visited the site later when the worker who took the shot, G. Neapig, was found near the sacrificion grounds with his heart ripped out.
"It was a deplorable accident having something to do with the fauna," foreman Jones commented. "The local law enforcement is on the case."
We didn't reach the superior of the local district, Capt. Plumburtt, for more info in the ongoing investigation.
The site didn't get into the top without a strike threat. The reason for this were, according to Mr. Round, "Lousy rations."
"Mr. Jones managed to put up the contract again after a short conversation with the workers' representative," Father Ram informed. "Though I saw no reason for the strike in the first place. Our bugs and monkey brains were top quality."
"It turned out to be a solid, long-going contract," foreman Jones added.
"It has a special value because made on human flesh," representative Round agreed, proudly displaying his back where Jones had whipped up his signature.
The cheer died out soon enough when another difficult question reached Father Ram's ears.
"In this, we have not much to say. The police already confirmed that he really did trip and fall into that lava pit all by himself. And yes he did, in no purpose, lay Mr. Jones' hat in concrete casting couple of hours earlier, but it's simply ridiculous to conclude that these two incidents would have something to do with each other."
With a quick eye on his watch Father Ram ended the the conference with an invitation:
"Everybody present is also welcome in the official opening of our new conference center next Friday. We're having a modernized version of ceremony probably thousands of years old. As our main star, we've managed to book the renowned artist Willie Scott, straight from Shanghai. I'm hoping to see as many of you there as possible," Father Ram addressed, smiling wholeheartedly, and hurried out of the room.
Originally posted by westford "No, no, no Dr Jones! You put your left hand in, like this. You put your left hand out. Now in, out, in, out, shake it all about..."
Hey, I was gonna post something similar, but you took the words right out of my mouth! I remembered one of the quotes from a caption contest a LONG, LONG time ago which featured the Feng Twins, and someone suggested a caption that implied they were teaching Indy to dance. The caption ended with something like "...or we won't give you one of these fans!"
-You can vote for 1 and ONLY 1 Caption
-You may NOT vote for your own caption
-You may NOT bribe or convince anyone to vote for you
-Seeing as it's the holiday, and people are away, Voteing runs from today until Sunday Night!
-vote for this one: "drat, looks like my fists ran out of ammo." (00Kevin).........ok, jk, but feel free to
well, I think I'm ganna vote for one that willl probubly be in the Final 3:
Quote:
Originally posted by westford "No, no, no Dr Jones! You put your left hand in, like this. You put your left hand out. Now in, out, in, out, shake it all about..."
