Civil Servant: NEXT....
Grunting sound... Sound of nail being driven in... Constipation... Dragging Sound...
Civil Servant: Sir you have to step up to the red line.
Very confused ARNOLD pointing down towards the foot of the civil servant.
Civil Servant: Either step up or you will have to....
Have you ever heard a fat person scream?
How would you react to the head of a dead stuffed squirrel poking up at the edge of your counter? What if it was followed by a Lep in climbing gear?
Civil Servant: SECURITY!!!!!!!!!! ANIMAL CONTROL!!!!!!! MOMMA!!!!!
The look on that woman's face, at that moment, would only be surpassed when Gary Colman went into register....
Scout: We're here to sign up.
Civil Servant: Ummm..... your... umm?????... pet? will have to wait outside. Then go to line 6.
Scout: Skippy's my lawyer, and the next governor of the kingdom of California.
Civil Servant: BLINK... BLINK... Right...... I'll need to see his petition with 3000 signatures, his green card, and your $3500.
Scout: I have some really neat belly lint statues.
Civil Servant: Good enough. Your registered NEXT.... Please...
Scout: So when does Skippy get to declare war, and burn the IRS, and stuff...
Civil Servant: Line 6. next.....
Scout: Skippy wants you to be on his ticket.
Civil Servant: Sorry. I'm running with the tooth fairy.
Scout: Well, you have a better chance than that guy.
The little lep we all love to hate points down to a spot in front of ARNOLD. A midget with a sign says "Gary Colman for King (crossed out), President (crossed out), Janitor (crossed out), Governor.
Gary Colman: Whatcha talking about Skippy?
