After a long time of time out and trying to find our next guest….it's time for everyone's favorite guest-hating television story! (Several cheers and whoops are emitted from the background.) …looks at list that was just handed to me wow, I've got a long way to go still…. And as always…no offense is meant to the readers, just my "special" guests.
As Gary is being wheeled in by my strong security guards, everyone's favorite theme is playing…
"Know your stars………know your stars………know your stars…………….know your stars……….."
'Gary……..Big……Guy…………..He flunked out of pre-school.' (NO OFFENSE TO THE READERS! ONLY TO THE GUEST!)
"Nuh-uh! Gary never went."
'Oh…..Gary Big-Guy………He's the stupid person's idea of a clever person."
"You mean!"
'No duh. Gary Big-Guy…………………..he's the only genius with an I.Q. of 60."
"I a gen-ie-us?"
Something is muttered that sounds an awful lot like, "Is he kidding?"
Another comes and says, "He's not smart enough."
'Any who, Gary Big-Guy…………………..He doesn't know the meaning of the word "fear"….'
"That right."
"……then again, he doesn't know the meaning of most words."
"Hey!"
"Gary Big-Guy…………His mind is so open…..'
"That deep."
'So open that ideas simply pass through.'
"Stop that! That mean!"
'Gary Big-Guy…………………..He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot.'
"That's it!"
Suddenly, Gary busts out of his cage and starts looking for the host's secret room. Luckily for me, he is quickly tranquilized by my head of security, Ninmast.
'And now you know Gary Big-Guy.'
Gary is being dragged off, snoring.