01-15-2014, 05:31 PM
Much like that horrific scene in Ghost where Patrick Swayze hopped into Whoopi Goldberg, the ghost of a commercially kow-towing lick-spittal has hopped into the body of Homo Novus, and forced him to perform conventionally expected acts with no feasible emotional build-up.
Audience cheers.
Whilst wiping toothpaste off the bathroom mirror, Sheldon stares too deeply into his own reflection, and disappears behind the looking glass. Instead of staring back at the series of predictable lifestyle choices his soulless doppelganger makes, Sheldon’s essence goes off and gets pissed with the Mad Hatter.
Audience cheers.
Whilst wiping toothpaste off the bathroom mirror, Sheldon stares too deeply into his own reflection, and disappears behind the looking glass. Instead of staring back at the series of predictable lifestyle choices his soulless doppelganger makes, Sheldon’s essence goes off and gets pissed with the Mad Hatter.
"WHERE THE HELL'S MY PARACHUTE?"