The Most Hilarious Parts of the Masterpiece Known as F7 2: Electric Boogaloo by Socialist MacronesiaHere are my favorite parts from Socialist Macronesia's latest masterpiece, F7 2: Electric Boogaloo!
Alastair, how the hell did you get out of the ICU?
She runs to him.
If you gave him alcohol, Ross, I will beat the s--
I did not.
Marie lowers her fist.
Marie be spicy this evening. And Alastair is just...motivated by the party, it seems.
Drinks on me tonight.
Alastair immediately looks up.
This segment speaks for itself.
Don't even think about it.
Got any whiskey?
DO NOT GIVE HIM--
Ross fills a lowball glass with Jack Daniels.
Marie attempts to lunge at Ross. Ross blocks her.
Is that really necessary?
Ross looks her in the eye.
Marie walks away.
This is perhaps the biggest understatement on NationStates. Legendary.
Kotera opens his. A psychology textbook.
Sarathress opens hers. A silver globe of Earth.
Chris opens his. A loaded gold-plated revolver.
Ari opens hers. A golden knife.
Randorn opens his. A large bag of carrots.
Montse opens hers. An expandable baton.
Feodora opens hers. A container of high-quality cigarettes.
Marie opens hers. A book titled "How to Reduce Alcohol Consumption/Addiction".
Sylvia and Julienne open theirs at the same time. Two boxes of chocolate truffles.
Alastair falls out of his chair.
This tastes like cat piss.
That is a thirty-thousand dollar bottle of sherry.
It's getting better. Might just be an acquired taste...
He then proceeds to drink the whole thing.
Your baton is terrible.
It works better against people's spines, not glass.
SHUT THE HELL UP!
I thought you would all be more polite...
ARI (also now intoxicated)
YOU TELL EM ALASTAIR!
They really are becoming drinking buddies.
Oh right. Almost forgot.
Good job, Ross.
Let us hope that Sherlock Holmes did not quit his day job.
How do you explain these photographs then?
He holds up several "revealing" pictures.
What photographs-- OH MY GOD MY EYES!
Alastair did what--
So where is Alastair now?
Alastair falls from the skylight, after breaking the glass.
He falls asleep.
I won't let you take me alive!
Ross holds out the revolver.
Nobody wants to hurt you. All we have to do is dump the bodies into the valley, leave quietly and pretend this never happened. We can leave here today with no more dead bodies.
Ross drops the revolver.
Bailey draws and drops her pistol.
I suppose we can do that.
Uplifting music begins to play.
She lets Alastair go.
He falls face first onto the floor.
The music suddenly stops.
Alastair is golden right here. And the uplifting music...yes. Just yes.
Good work, ladies and gentlemen. We can finally put these two away off the forums for at least a couple hours.
NOBODY EXPECTS THE MODERATOR INQUISITION! (Which is meant as a humorous reference. Not a political statement.)
I thought you were dead!
No, just sleeping.
YOU GOT SHOT!
No, I just spilled my strawberry jam on my shirt.
Oh, for FU--
The credits roll.