You seem to be implying that we were not insane before. We could be doing damn near anything we want. We could be at a bar, or playing the most advanced video games in the world. We have televisions with hundreds of channels. Instead we sit here and talk politics.
We could be out with women. Instead we sit here and tease Shira.
Driven us insane? We started long past insanity. If anything we have come out the other end of insanity and are quite normal again.
LOL
Setting: A cafe. All the customers are Vikings. Mr. and Mrs. bun enter -
downwards (on wires).
Mr. Bun (Eric Idle): Morning.
Waitress (Terry Jones): Morning.
Mr. Bun: What have you got, then?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage, and bacon; egg and POLLS; egg, bacon, and POLLS; egg, bacon, sausage and POLLS; POLLS, bacon, sausage, and POLLS; POLLS, egg, POLLS, POLLS, bacon, and POLLS; POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, egg, and POLLS; POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, baked beans, POLL, POLLS, POLLS, and POLLS; or lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pate, brandy, and a fried egg on top and POLLS.
Mrs. Bun (Graham Chapman): Have you got anything without POLLS in it?
Waitress: Well, there's POLLS, egg, sausage, and POLLS. That's not got MUCH POLLS in it.
Mrs. Bun: I don't want _any_ POLLS.
Mr. Bun: Why can't she have egg, bacon, POLLS, and sausage?
Mrs. Bun: That's got POLLS in it!
Mr. Bun: Not as much as POLLS, egg, sausage, and POLLS.
Mrs. Bun: Look, could I have egg, bacon, POLLS, and sausage without the POLLS?
Waitress: Uuuuuuuuugggggh!
Mrs. Bun: What d'you mean uuugggh!? I don't like POLLS.
Vikings: (singing) POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, POLLS. POLLS, POLLS, POLLS, POLLS... Lovely POLLS,wonderful POLLS.... (Brief shot of Viking ship)