![]() But don't be downing yourself too much now. You know, you could very easily flick us with your ltitlest finger, and send us flying across the room until we landed in our own baby poop.Īrnold Schwartzenegger : I know. And not even the grown-up kind, the little baby losers. And believe me- What's the matter?įranz : It's no use, Arnold. You huys are lucky you don't have a campfire here in the background. Oh, come on, you make me sick! And look at those legs, they look like little skinny sticks! And those buttocks. Like this That's the way to do it! Look at you guys, how pitiful losers you are! You know something? I hate the way you guys talk! What's the matter with you? I mean, I sent you over here from Austria, to become real hard-core terminators, and look what you are - little termites! I wanted you to become real running men but you are girly -men. relax, fellows, relax.Īrnold Schwartzenegger : Oh, you guys make me sick. Hans : Oh, Arnold, I can't believe how properly pumped up you really are!įranz : Ya! You are the embodiment of perfect pumpitude!Īrnold Schwartzenegger : No, no, no. Hans : I don't believe this! Oh no, I can't believe it!Īrnold Schwartzenegger : Hello, hello. Victor : He did! He said he might drop by. You'd better not be pulling my rock-hard leg. Hans : Oh, don't-don't-don't be joking us.įranz : Ya. ![]() Your cousin Arnold Schwartzenegger came by today. Victor : Here me now, and here me now, girly-man! Don't be thinking I can't come to your house, a nd pummel your head with a 2x4Īnd knock some sense into your fat, lazy lard-filled ass! You should be dead! You hear me! Dead, dead, dead, dead!! Now, tell us, Victor, what would you do with a girly-man who wrote a baby letter? Victor : No! These losers, they need discipline! They're fat, lazy pigs, who should be only dead! You hear me? Dead! Dead! Dead! Victor : Hey, Hans! How you doing, Franz?įranz : Yes! do you ever show pity on those flabby losers? Hans : Ya! And he's one tough biscuit, believe me! Ya, come on out here, Victor! But believe me, we have trained him well. He manages our new gym.įranz : Ya, you know, because we don't have time to babysit you losers. Ya! It's called the Pumpatorium! Ya! And soon you will meet Victor. We're here.įranz : Oh, and by the way, we'd like to take this time to announce the opening of our new gym in Wayne, New Jersey. Hans : Ya! You know, we're not here to eat. ![]() Hans : Ya! Ya, don't think for a minute he's not eating it, because beleive me he is!įranz : That was one delicious piece of girly-man. Girly-Man, but here's a treat for your girlfriend!įranz : Oh, and thank you so much for the letter. Hear me now and believe me later - but don't think about it ever, because, if you try to think, you might cause a flabulance!įranz : Poor little girly-man, alone in his girly-house! We are sad, you know, because anyone who calls us "stupid" is really just jealous.īecause their girlfriend looks at us, then looks at him, and realzies she's cuddling up with a little girly-man!įranz : Ya. You know, maybe you thought this letter would make us angry but it only makes us sad. mo-"įranz : ".Your moronic show, and have wondered why you don't open your own gym. "Dear Hans & Franz: I have recently seen your. ![]() I'll only read an excerpt, so I don't go into his loser details. This is a letter we received from a Bill Tompkins. But before we can pump you up tonight, we have to answer a piece of viewer mail.įranz : Ya. ![]()
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