Originally posted by Dr. Morberg:
What if hermes joined a limbo team again?*
Here's my attempt, pretty long:
We open on the oval office complete with the HEAD OF RICHARD NIXON and an ADVISOR .The advisor is holding what appears to be a piece of graphing paper.
Advisor: Sir, you public approval rating is falling through the floor.
As he speaks a redline draws itself on the graph starting high then steadily dropping before falling of the bottom of the graph and crashing through the floor
Nixon: Well, what do those damn hippies want then?
Advisor: We need to take their mind of the fact that you liberalised the human organ trade and spent half of last years budget on refurbishments to your latest body. Earth needs a hero everyone can get behind.
Nixon. Hmm, can’t we just send Brannigan to beat down those pinkos in the Nebula of Tranquillity again?
Advisor: Ordinarily sir, but the DOOP says if we attack one more peaceable planet they will declare war on us.
Nxion: Hmm, the DOOP… could we win?
Advisor shakes his head
Nixon: Well, who will be our hero then?
Advisor: There is one sir.
Cut to HERMES happily stamping away in his office. A BLACK ROBOT as tall as a normal human wearing a hat and dark shades appears in front of Hermes. He is carrying a briefcase
Hermes: Sweet Condor of El Salvador! Who the hell are you?
Black Robot: That is unimportant
The robot reaches out revealing one of his fingers is a syringe. He drives the syringe into Hermes’s neck. Hermes slumps into his chair.
Fade out/fade in
Hermes wakes up in an empty office, he stands up energised.
Hermes: Wife, get me lycra out, I’m going to the Olympics!
A shot of the cover of “Sports Animated” showing Hermes at the Olympics folowwed by a montage set to steel drums showing various heights of the limbo bar being attemptedat the games. An Amazonian walks up to the bar and walks directly into it, an Omicronian unable to get under the bar eats the officials, a large Paramecium from Vega4 ingests the bar. Hermes gets under each height with ease.
The bar is lowered to a few centimetres off the ground.
We see Lrr and Nixon in the stand.
Lrrr: (to Nixon) Only the competitor from our bitter enemy Articulon-5 (we see a shot of the competitor: a humanoid with 7 joints between his knee and his ankle, he bends each one backwards leaving him level with the ground as he passes under the bar.) Instruct your “Hermes Conrad” to destroy the Articulonian or your earth will be destroyed.
Nixon: (to advisor) How long are those drugs going to last?
Advisor: (looks to watch) Ahh, another 12 seconds.
Back at the limbo, Hermes is attempting the new height. As he makes halfway under the bar when the drugs wear of the glazed expression on his face breaks and we see his memory of the kid breaking himself in an attempt to emulate him.
Hermes: Sweet louse of Laos! What am I doing?
He stands up, knocking over the bar.
Lrr: Nixon, your competitor has failed, your people shall perish!
As a series of Omicronian ships enter the arena killing everyone in sight we cut to reveal LaBarbara sitting in front of the What if Machine.
Labarabara: Mmm, but I just love to see my man in that uniform
EDIT: Someone with a better imagination than me can make up a new topic. Also, Whoo, a Poppler no more!