video description, 2025-03-19
Tale as old as time… Tale as old as time… Tale as old as time… Tale as old as time… Blanka and the Beeeeeeeeeeee—oh but hang on, you say! Blanka IS a beast, my fine Joey Featherton’d aficionado. And you’d be plumb right, Señor. A beast he may well be, but he ain’t THE Beast. That honor belongs to he what casts a Shadow. And a vijdya gaim, not about him, but about said shadow. Right Said Freddow. “I’m too beastly for my shirt.” And he WAS, you know. Right up until the third game he was too beastly for anything but a loincloth. And even then he wore pantaloons, boots, a hat and a backpack, BUT NO SHIRT. Think of the chaffing… Which is why we bring you NeuroPlatter, the thinking man’s chaffing dish. When was the last time the thinking man chaffed without his favorite dish? Well, chaff away, thinking man, knowing that all your sloughed-off skin will be caught by one of our fine artisan-crafted receptacles.
Now receptaclete, both of you. That’s it. Easy does it. Mind the NeuroPlatter!