Dear MOVIEMASTER...

Don't Zak, you don't know how many lives your putting at stake with this temptation.

- Infact, I'm starting to think MonsterFest should be renamed to MovieMaster Fest.
 
WHO TF is MovieMaster?

Michael Bay!?

Will there be susplosions of epically susplosive concussiveness?

SUSPLOSIONS!?

With a lisp, Order 66 sounds like: Order Sithy Sith!...the Jedi should have seen it coming.
 
prepare to feel the furry!


HEE, HEE. FEEL THE FURRY! I GUESS THAT'S WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING AS YOU COWER IN THE CORNER STROKING THE FUR ON YOUR DEVIL DOLL'S PIMPLED ASS. I NOW RELEASE THE HELL HOUNDS TO REVEAL THE SOFT WHITE UNDEREBELLY AND CRUSH THIS IMPOSTER OF DOOM!

WHEN YOU'RE READY TO STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR CLOAK OF DARKNESS, I'LL BE THE ONE WAITING, AXE IN HAND!


See you in hell.
 
I don't remember the flying tupperware but I do recall the evil that haunted me for weeks after the first time I watched a MOVIEMASTER film.
 
Ain't nothing like the smell of dead bodies roasting on an open flame...

Dead bodies roasting on an open fire
Tupperware being thrown at little kids...

You know, I saw the Tupperware short on the webcast last Friday, but I had no idea of its historical significance. Its total pwnage was obvious, of course.... :)
 
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