He's already over the edge, Rap. Don't worry about it.

By the way, guys, apropos of this, I was just sayin' on the Worst movie thread...where I was speakin' OF the theoretical worst movie...

It ain't been made yet. It will be when Amos uses the money from his book sales to fund a movie starrin' him and Rapparee. It'll be a sorta remake of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but put in modern times. Amos and Rap will be a California author and a gun collectin' librarian from Pocatello who team up together to unravel a recently discovered ancient manuscript that unlocks the secrets of evolution, time travel, alien visitors to Earth, and the keys to marital harmony (regular, gay, transexual or bisexual, inter-species, etc...you name it). There will be scenes filmed in San Diego, L.A., San Francisco, New York, Paris, Singapore, Stonehenge, Timbuktu, Moscow, Osaka, the South Pole, and Schenectady...but not necessarily in that order. No animals will be harmed durin' the film. It will encompass 3 and a half hours of conversation usin' a few words you might not hear every day...words like "jejeune", "arcane", and "outre", for example. It will end up bein' a cult film shown at midnight matinees well into the 2030s, and people will come to throw thesauruses at the screen whilst sippin' Chai latte's and exclaimin' "I swan!". Amos will do the smart thing, pretend he was just playin' for laughs, cash in, and spend his golden years yachtin' around the Seven Seas, Rap will buy a combination bar and gun club in Pocatello and get gunned down in the street by an enraged husband on his 92nd birthday.

- Chongo