Tokusatsu Thread (Super Sentai, Kamen Rider, Ultraman and the likes)
Prof.NightJack 
Gizmonics Scientist
Just started ep 12 od Build, it’s not playing the opening, let’s hope it doesn’t turn out like Ex- Aid was doing, that was so odd.
Background Pony #82B2
I hope this doesn’t violate any rules, but there’s a little something I found online that’s Godzilla-related. May Celestia forgive me.
DIRECTOR: Okay, looks pretty good. We’ll do a little work post-
production on the lighting, give it a little glow. What do you think,
Hermie?
GAFFER: Yeah, I think that’s best. At this point, we can only over-light it in-house. It would ruin the night effect.
DIRECTOR: Okay good. I think we’re good to go. Now Lou… are you okay up there?
LOUIS “KING” KONG: “Okay?” Well I suppose, Mr. Director, if you only care about your star performer being “okay,” I suppose that’s the best I can be, if that’s the best you can offer.
BIG G: Oh boy. Here we go again.
DIRECTOR: What uh… what seems to be the problem now, Lou?
KONG: Well I hate to bring the plural tense into this, but you know very well that there’s more than ONE problem.
DIRECTOR: “Plural” isn’t technically a “tense,” Lou, it’s a…
BIG G: Murray. When will you learn?
KONG: MR. DIRECTOR. I am a graduate of Columbia.
BIG G: The Bogota, Colombia Correspondence School for Granting Free Degrees to Flea-Ridden Fur-Coat Failures and Has-Beens.
KONG: If I wanted the opinion of an overstuffed snakeskin sock with a mouth, I would have had my agent give Gorgo a call.
BIG G: %$#@in’ MEAT CARPET! I…
KONG: …And then I’d hang up on her.
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… let’s please keep this professional. Talk to me, Lou. What are the issues?
KONG: Well I don’t even know where to begin….
BIG G: I know we shoulda begun with a certain irradiated Cretaceous badass breathing pure strontium-90 laced hellfire all over your contract… and then dropping a six-ton steaming dook all over your prissy rider.
KONG: MR. DIRECTOR. I have asked you again and again to BAR that herpetologist’s nightmare from the set when he’s not in-scene. MUST I call my agent YET again about the lack of professional respect I’m afforded by this studio?
BIG G: WHO has herpes? Are you trying to spread a rumor that I’m tainted, you two-digit IQ Ugg boot?
DIRECTOR: HerpeTOLOGY… it’s the study of… look, never mind. Lou… please be reasonable. I can’t bar G from the set. It’s just not…
BIG G: That’s right! I’m here and I’m gonna STAY here, baby! I wanna catch every flub, every blown line, every missed mark this moldy monkey makes!
DIRECTOR: It would help the production, G, if you didn’t bait and harass him as much as you…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! I KNOW I DON’T NEED TO REMIND YOU THAT BAITING AND HARASSING THE SUPPORTING PLAYERS IS IN. MY. CONTRACT.
KONG: SUPPORTING PLAYER?!
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… please. Can we just stay focused. Lou, please just go on with what you were going to say.
KONG: Well. I suppose I could start with the fact that this supporting brace is digging into my calf something awful. I told you, Mr. Director… I have a highly sensitive epidermis around my lower extremities.
BIG G: He means his tiny chimp shtickl chafes. Probably from all that unwashed fur. Maybe take a bath once in a while, J. Fred Failure. Or wear a jock, I dunno.
KONG: How DARE you!! Overgrown axolotl! And anyway, lizards who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw member jokes!
DIRECTOR: Please, can we keep it mature here… let’s bring this out of the locker room and get back to…
BIG G: WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, CHEETAH?!
KONG: Only that, if anyone’s looking, I at least have something to see. While you, on the other hand…
BIG G: I’M A REPTILE, YOU IGNORAMUS!!
KONG: As if THAT were an excuse for being two Eights and a Cue stick short of being, shall we say, a “functioning adult.”
BIG G: DUMBASS MONKEY! MY ROD’S RETRACTABLE!! IN FACT IT HAS TO BE FOLD-ABLE, IT’S SO EPIC! IF I COULDN’T STORE THE THING INSIDE MY LOVE-POUCH,
IT’D BE DRAGGING ON THE FLOOR LIKE A SECOND TAIL, YOU PRISSY PONGO!
DIRECTOR: Okay, please. Are we done? I have so many horrible mental images in my head, now, I’ll need to go back into therapy. So… Uh, Lou… we padded the brace, I don’t know what else we…
KONG: And another thing, Mr. Director. I mean… really. This is the “big scene” you promised me?
DIRECTOR: I don’t follow you…
KONG: Well, I mean… REALLY. I feel like I’m standing on top of Peter and Liza’s ironic wedding cake up here. Is this the best Tokyo can do? You know, RKO’s idea of a big scene was a pitched battle with biplanes on top of the tallest building in the world. Hmmmph. Now THAT was a studio.
DIRECTOR: Lou…
KONG: Did I ever tell you about the time Orson, Lionel, and I played a practical joke on Errol? Heavens what hilarity. I mean, I wasn’t amused having to dress up like a bobby-soxer, but you know Errol…
DIRECTOR: Lou, please. Your anecdotes are always fascinating, I promise you… but you know, we really do have a schedule…
KONG: Of course. I’m always professional, Murray. Well. It’s just this… this… Tinkertoy I’m perched on…
DIRECTOR: Lou, that’s the National Diet Building. It’s the center of government. It’s the most iconic structure in the city. Trust me, it works.
BIG G: If you had any imagination, you’d drop a banana-chunk-laden steamer right on the entire cabinet. That’d teach those bastards to hit me with an “extraordinary infrastructure tax,” just because my tail accidentally knocked over an Apple Store on the Ginza.
KONG: Yes, I’m sure you’d like it if I pooped on some government officials just so you can feel better about your wanton destruction of private property. Well I’m not here to defecate on your personal grievances, you leathery Macy’s balloon.
BIG G: HEY. I was JUST sayin’. They could do the same to you, you simian schlub. Maybe someone oughta teach them a lesson, is all I’m getting at.
DIRECTOR: Could we PLEASE not go any further with these threats to government officials? It’s already hard enough to get permits to film in the city when you continually go off-script and flatten six or seven buildings more than we’re allowed…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! IRRESPONSIBLE AND RANDOM VIOLENCE IS GUARANTEED BY MY CONTRACT!!!
DIRECTOR: Okay, look… no one’s even inside the Diet at the moment. They…
BIG G: Don’t snow me, Murray. Those grifting little wet-handshakers are cowering inside there struggling to kill the odor of rank monkey with Buddhist incense and all the Febreze they could get their hands on. You know how long it takes to get the smell of “ape” outta chenille?
DIRECTOR: Don’t listen to him, Lou, he’s just trying to goad you. No members of the government would take the chance of being inside while you’re…
KONG: Oh, I see. You mean while an accomplished thespian and famous celebrity is deigning to be filmed on top of their puny courthouse, they can’t be bothered to witness the kind of work I give to this production? Is that it?
DIRECTOR: No, Lou, please… I didn’t mean that at all… G, did you have to do this?
BIG G: What? I’m just trying to give this line-blower some decent motivation. Gimme a couple more minutes of pushing a decent performance outta sasquatch up there, and this film might make some passable box.
KONG: Well you know, Mr. Director… I never did complete my list of issues with this scene. I mean, let’s follow up right away with how utterly inadequate that Lime and Jack Rudy was that I requested earlier. It was very flat. And I thought it was understood that I prefer freshly-picked lime, not some green wad of “sorry” that’s been lounging on a shelf for a month.
DIRECTOR: Well, Lou…
KONG: And another thing. The towels.
DIRECTOR: Uh…
KONG: They itch. Not the Egyptian cotton my rider calls for.
DIRECTOR: Lou…. there are… there are no towels in this scene.
KONG: WELL OF COURSE I KNOW THAT. I have read the script, you know. I’m talking about the ones in my trailer. They’re very stiff. And they smell of… well… I can only describe it as the aroma of the cheapest and most freely-available laundry powder. The kinds that refer to themselves as “Mountain Breeze.”
BIG G: How do you smell ANYTHING except your own crevice-funk? I mean… I can smell THAT from here.
DIRECTOR: G, please… you don’t need to continually rile…
BIG G: I know you can whiff that, Murray. Primates are good at smelling stuff. You want I should toast that smell away? One good exhalation of radioactive reptile rage, and problem solved. Not that sooty monkey fur is that much of an improvement I suppose…
KONG: MISTER Director. Do I need to be subjected to these constant threats to my person by a hypertrophic frog with halitosis?
BIG G: YOU INSINUATE SOMETHING ABOUT MY HYGIENE ONE MORE TIME, BONZO, AND I’LL EASE THE IRRITATION IN YOUR DOWNSTAIRS-MONKEY-FUN-ZONE BY CONVERTING THE WHOLE AREA TO ASHES. AND THAT GOES FOR THOSE %$#@IN’ FLEAS OF YOURS,
DOCTOR ZAIUS!!!
DIRECTOR: Please… can we just be civil here? It’s…
BIG G: GODDAMMIT MURRAY!!! I FOUND ONE OF THOSE OUTSIZED BLOOD SUCKERS HANGING OUT IN THE COMMISSARY YESTERDAY!! %$#@IN’ THING WAS THE SIZE OF A NISSAN PATHFINDER!! AND IT WAS TRYING TO SPONGE A HELPING OF CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES AND BUTTERSCOTCH SAUCE FROM THE FROZEN YOGURT BAR!!! WELL LAST I CHECKED, IT WAS CAST AND CREW ONLY IN THERE!!
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… can we please just…
STAGE ASSISTANT: Boss, we’re over, now.
DIRECTOR: Terrific. All right, let’s get this shot done then.
KONG: WELL if we must. I didn’t get the chance to outline how I feel this lighting is accentuating my lesser profile… I’d rather…
DIRECTOR: Lou, it’s a night shot. Really, it’ll work. Think of the
chiascuro.
KONG: Oh, well, all right then. I’d like to move on anyway. This brace is absolutely KILLING my achilles tendons.
BIG G: ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY, THAT’S LUNCH!
DIRECTOR: Wait, what? I didn’t call lunch!
BIG G: I know! Not very considerate of you, Murray, making the help wait to eat while a size triple-X-L hurdy gurdy monkey whines for half an hour after reminiscing about the old days when he kind of had chops.
DIRECTOR: But you can’t just…
BIG G: OH I BEG TO DIFFER, BABY!!! IT’S IN MY CONTRACT!!! BIG G CALLS ‘LUNCH’ WHEN HE GETS IT IN HIS SCALES TO NOSH!
DIRECTOR: But it’s only 10:30…
BIG G: I’M ON MESOZOIC MERIDIAN SAVINGS TIME, DUDE!!! READ. MY. CONTRACT!!!!
DIRECTOR: There’s no such thing. You just made that up…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! PAGE 17, SECTION 32 STROKE 9!!! MR. GOJIRA RESERVES THE RIGHT TO RECESS SHOOTING FOR PERIODS OF NO LESS THAN ONE HOUR AND
FIFTEEN MINUTES AND NO MORE THAN THREE HOURS FORTY FIVE MINUTES FOR THE PURPOSE OF MEALS; CONFERENCES; PERSONAL GROWTH AND INTROSPECTION; BRUTALIZATION AND/OR STOMPING OF REFUGEES, ANKYLOSAURS, BIRDS, BATS, AND
JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES…
DIRECTOR: But…
BIG G: …ALSO TO GO TO THE CAN.
DIRECTOR: G, be reasonable, we can’t just…
BIG G: REASON’S GOT NOTHIN’ TO DO WITH ME, SWEETHEART!
DIRECTOR: Yes, well, you don’t have to tell ME that twice…
BIG G: THIS STUDIO IS CONTRACTUALLY BOUND TO INDULGE MY WHIMS!!! SAYS SO RIGHT IN THE PREAMBLE TO THE JAPANESE CONSTITUTION!!! MACARTHUR HIMSELF PUT THAT IN THERE!!! RIGHT AFTER HE ATE A SANDWICH OFF THE TOP OF THE EMPEROR’S HEAD.
DIRECTOR: That is… a horrible thing to say, and MacArthur never did that…
BIG G: I SWEAR BY ALL THAT’S HOLY TO MY EGG-LAYING PEOPLE, MURRAY, I WILL GET MY AGENT DOWN HERE SO FAST IT’LL BREAK THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay…
KONG: But you can’t just LEAVE me up here!!!
BIG G: Done deal, Dunston.
DIRECTOR: I’m awfully sorry, Lou…
KONG: YOUR FRONT OFFICE WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!!
BIG G: Admit it, Murray. He drives you up a wall too.
KONG: I AM SOMEBODY IN THIS BUSINESS!!! I WORKED WITH THE GREATS!!! I WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE THIS!!!
DIRECTOR: Well…
BIG G: Yeah, I knew it. Come on. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee, buddy.
DIRECTOR: The coffee’s free here…
BIG G: Goddammit Murray, don’t reject my overtures of friendship, or I’ll fry another Key Grip.
KONG: THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED AT COLUMBIA, LET ALONE RKO!!!!
DIRECTOR: Did you ever wonder just why you never listened to your mother and didn’t go to law school?
BIG G: Nope. I loved my mother, Murray.
DIRECTOR: sigh. Swell.
KONG: I DEMAND TO SEE THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS!!!
DIRECTOR: Okay, looks pretty good. We’ll do a little work post-
production on the lighting, give it a little glow. What do you think,
Hermie?
GAFFER: Yeah, I think that’s best. At this point, we can only over-light it in-house. It would ruin the night effect.
DIRECTOR: Okay good. I think we’re good to go. Now Lou… are you okay up there?
LOUIS “KING” KONG: “Okay?” Well I suppose, Mr. Director, if you only care about your star performer being “okay,” I suppose that’s the best I can be, if that’s the best you can offer.
BIG G: Oh boy. Here we go again.
DIRECTOR: What uh… what seems to be the problem now, Lou?
KONG: Well I hate to bring the plural tense into this, but you know very well that there’s more than ONE problem.
DIRECTOR: “Plural” isn’t technically a “tense,” Lou, it’s a…
BIG G: Murray. When will you learn?
KONG: MR. DIRECTOR. I am a graduate of Columbia.
BIG G: The Bogota, Colombia Correspondence School for Granting Free Degrees to Flea-Ridden Fur-Coat Failures and Has-Beens.
KONG: If I wanted the opinion of an overstuffed snakeskin sock with a mouth, I would have had my agent give Gorgo a call.
BIG G: %$#@in’ MEAT CARPET! I…
KONG: …And then I’d hang up on her.
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… let’s please keep this professional. Talk to me, Lou. What are the issues?
KONG: Well I don’t even know where to begin….
BIG G: I know we shoulda begun with a certain irradiated Cretaceous badass breathing pure strontium-90 laced hellfire all over your contract… and then dropping a six-ton steaming dook all over your prissy rider.
KONG: MR. DIRECTOR. I have asked you again and again to BAR that herpetologist’s nightmare from the set when he’s not in-scene. MUST I call my agent YET again about the lack of professional respect I’m afforded by this studio?
BIG G: WHO has herpes? Are you trying to spread a rumor that I’m tainted, you two-digit IQ Ugg boot?
DIRECTOR: HerpeTOLOGY… it’s the study of… look, never mind. Lou… please be reasonable. I can’t bar G from the set. It’s just not…
BIG G: That’s right! I’m here and I’m gonna STAY here, baby! I wanna catch every flub, every blown line, every missed mark this moldy monkey makes!
DIRECTOR: It would help the production, G, if you didn’t bait and harass him as much as you…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! I KNOW I DON’T NEED TO REMIND YOU THAT BAITING AND HARASSING THE SUPPORTING PLAYERS IS IN. MY. CONTRACT.
KONG: SUPPORTING PLAYER?!
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… please. Can we just stay focused. Lou, please just go on with what you were going to say.
KONG: Well. I suppose I could start with the fact that this supporting brace is digging into my calf something awful. I told you, Mr. Director… I have a highly sensitive epidermis around my lower extremities.
BIG G: He means his tiny chimp shtickl chafes. Probably from all that unwashed fur. Maybe take a bath once in a while, J. Fred Failure. Or wear a jock, I dunno.
KONG: How DARE you!! Overgrown axolotl! And anyway, lizards who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw member jokes!
DIRECTOR: Please, can we keep it mature here… let’s bring this out of the locker room and get back to…
BIG G: WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, CHEETAH?!
KONG: Only that, if anyone’s looking, I at least have something to see. While you, on the other hand…
BIG G: I’M A REPTILE, YOU IGNORAMUS!!
KONG: As if THAT were an excuse for being two Eights and a Cue stick short of being, shall we say, a “functioning adult.”
BIG G: DUMBASS MONKEY! MY ROD’S RETRACTABLE!! IN FACT IT HAS TO BE FOLD-ABLE, IT’S SO EPIC! IF I COULDN’T STORE THE THING INSIDE MY LOVE-POUCH,
IT’D BE DRAGGING ON THE FLOOR LIKE A SECOND TAIL, YOU PRISSY PONGO!
DIRECTOR: Okay, please. Are we done? I have so many horrible mental images in my head, now, I’ll need to go back into therapy. So… Uh, Lou… we padded the brace, I don’t know what else we…
KONG: And another thing, Mr. Director. I mean… really. This is the “big scene” you promised me?
DIRECTOR: I don’t follow you…
KONG: Well, I mean… REALLY. I feel like I’m standing on top of Peter and Liza’s ironic wedding cake up here. Is this the best Tokyo can do? You know, RKO’s idea of a big scene was a pitched battle with biplanes on top of the tallest building in the world. Hmmmph. Now THAT was a studio.
DIRECTOR: Lou…
KONG: Did I ever tell you about the time Orson, Lionel, and I played a practical joke on Errol? Heavens what hilarity. I mean, I wasn’t amused having to dress up like a bobby-soxer, but you know Errol…
DIRECTOR: Lou, please. Your anecdotes are always fascinating, I promise you… but you know, we really do have a schedule…
KONG: Of course. I’m always professional, Murray. Well. It’s just this… this… Tinkertoy I’m perched on…
DIRECTOR: Lou, that’s the National Diet Building. It’s the center of government. It’s the most iconic structure in the city. Trust me, it works.
BIG G: If you had any imagination, you’d drop a banana-chunk-laden steamer right on the entire cabinet. That’d teach those bastards to hit me with an “extraordinary infrastructure tax,” just because my tail accidentally knocked over an Apple Store on the Ginza.
KONG: Yes, I’m sure you’d like it if I pooped on some government officials just so you can feel better about your wanton destruction of private property. Well I’m not here to defecate on your personal grievances, you leathery Macy’s balloon.
BIG G: HEY. I was JUST sayin’. They could do the same to you, you simian schlub. Maybe someone oughta teach them a lesson, is all I’m getting at.
DIRECTOR: Could we PLEASE not go any further with these threats to government officials? It’s already hard enough to get permits to film in the city when you continually go off-script and flatten six or seven buildings more than we’re allowed…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! IRRESPONSIBLE AND RANDOM VIOLENCE IS GUARANTEED BY MY CONTRACT!!!
DIRECTOR: Okay, look… no one’s even inside the Diet at the moment. They…
BIG G: Don’t snow me, Murray. Those grifting little wet-handshakers are cowering inside there struggling to kill the odor of rank monkey with Buddhist incense and all the Febreze they could get their hands on. You know how long it takes to get the smell of “ape” outta chenille?
DIRECTOR: Don’t listen to him, Lou, he’s just trying to goad you. No members of the government would take the chance of being inside while you’re…
KONG: Oh, I see. You mean while an accomplished thespian and famous celebrity is deigning to be filmed on top of their puny courthouse, they can’t be bothered to witness the kind of work I give to this production? Is that it?
DIRECTOR: No, Lou, please… I didn’t mean that at all… G, did you have to do this?
BIG G: What? I’m just trying to give this line-blower some decent motivation. Gimme a couple more minutes of pushing a decent performance outta sasquatch up there, and this film might make some passable box.
KONG: Well you know, Mr. Director… I never did complete my list of issues with this scene. I mean, let’s follow up right away with how utterly inadequate that Lime and Jack Rudy was that I requested earlier. It was very flat. And I thought it was understood that I prefer freshly-picked lime, not some green wad of “sorry” that’s been lounging on a shelf for a month.
DIRECTOR: Well, Lou…
KONG: And another thing. The towels.
DIRECTOR: Uh…
KONG: They itch. Not the Egyptian cotton my rider calls for.
DIRECTOR: Lou…. there are… there are no towels in this scene.
KONG: WELL OF COURSE I KNOW THAT. I have read the script, you know. I’m talking about the ones in my trailer. They’re very stiff. And they smell of… well… I can only describe it as the aroma of the cheapest and most freely-available laundry powder. The kinds that refer to themselves as “Mountain Breeze.”
BIG G: How do you smell ANYTHING except your own crevice-funk? I mean… I can smell THAT from here.
DIRECTOR: G, please… you don’t need to continually rile…
BIG G: I know you can whiff that, Murray. Primates are good at smelling stuff. You want I should toast that smell away? One good exhalation of radioactive reptile rage, and problem solved. Not that sooty monkey fur is that much of an improvement I suppose…
KONG: MISTER Director. Do I need to be subjected to these constant threats to my person by a hypertrophic frog with halitosis?
BIG G: YOU INSINUATE SOMETHING ABOUT MY HYGIENE ONE MORE TIME, BONZO, AND I’LL EASE THE IRRITATION IN YOUR DOWNSTAIRS-MONKEY-FUN-ZONE BY CONVERTING THE WHOLE AREA TO ASHES. AND THAT GOES FOR THOSE %$#@IN’ FLEAS OF YOURS,
DOCTOR ZAIUS!!!
DIRECTOR: Please… can we just be civil here? It’s…
BIG G: GODDAMMIT MURRAY!!! I FOUND ONE OF THOSE OUTSIZED BLOOD SUCKERS HANGING OUT IN THE COMMISSARY YESTERDAY!! %$#@IN’ THING WAS THE SIZE OF A NISSAN PATHFINDER!! AND IT WAS TRYING TO SPONGE A HELPING OF CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES AND BUTTERSCOTCH SAUCE FROM THE FROZEN YOGURT BAR!!! WELL LAST I CHECKED, IT WAS CAST AND CREW ONLY IN THERE!!
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay… can we please just…
STAGE ASSISTANT: Boss, we’re over, now.
DIRECTOR: Terrific. All right, let’s get this shot done then.
KONG: WELL if we must. I didn’t get the chance to outline how I feel this lighting is accentuating my lesser profile… I’d rather…
DIRECTOR: Lou, it’s a night shot. Really, it’ll work. Think of the
chiascuro.
KONG: Oh, well, all right then. I’d like to move on anyway. This brace is absolutely KILLING my achilles tendons.
BIG G: ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY, THAT’S LUNCH!
DIRECTOR: Wait, what? I didn’t call lunch!
BIG G: I know! Not very considerate of you, Murray, making the help wait to eat while a size triple-X-L hurdy gurdy monkey whines for half an hour after reminiscing about the old days when he kind of had chops.
DIRECTOR: But you can’t just…
BIG G: OH I BEG TO DIFFER, BABY!!! IT’S IN MY CONTRACT!!! BIG G CALLS ‘LUNCH’ WHEN HE GETS IT IN HIS SCALES TO NOSH!
DIRECTOR: But it’s only 10:30…
BIG G: I’M ON MESOZOIC MERIDIAN SAVINGS TIME, DUDE!!! READ. MY. CONTRACT!!!!
DIRECTOR: There’s no such thing. You just made that up…
BIG G: MURRAY!!! PAGE 17, SECTION 32 STROKE 9!!! MR. GOJIRA RESERVES THE RIGHT TO RECESS SHOOTING FOR PERIODS OF NO LESS THAN ONE HOUR AND
FIFTEEN MINUTES AND NO MORE THAN THREE HOURS FORTY FIVE MINUTES FOR THE PURPOSE OF MEALS; CONFERENCES; PERSONAL GROWTH AND INTROSPECTION; BRUTALIZATION AND/OR STOMPING OF REFUGEES, ANKYLOSAURS, BIRDS, BATS, AND
JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES…
DIRECTOR: But…
BIG G: …ALSO TO GO TO THE CAN.
DIRECTOR: G, be reasonable, we can’t just…
BIG G: REASON’S GOT NOTHIN’ TO DO WITH ME, SWEETHEART!
DIRECTOR: Yes, well, you don’t have to tell ME that twice…
BIG G: THIS STUDIO IS CONTRACTUALLY BOUND TO INDULGE MY WHIMS!!! SAYS SO RIGHT IN THE PREAMBLE TO THE JAPANESE CONSTITUTION!!! MACARTHUR HIMSELF PUT THAT IN THERE!!! RIGHT AFTER HE ATE A SANDWICH OFF THE TOP OF THE EMPEROR’S HEAD.
DIRECTOR: That is… a horrible thing to say, and MacArthur never did that…
BIG G: I SWEAR BY ALL THAT’S HOLY TO MY EGG-LAYING PEOPLE, MURRAY, I WILL GET MY AGENT DOWN HERE SO FAST IT’LL BREAK THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.
DIRECTOR: Okay, okay…
KONG: But you can’t just LEAVE me up here!!!
BIG G: Done deal, Dunston.
DIRECTOR: I’m awfully sorry, Lou…
KONG: YOUR FRONT OFFICE WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!!
BIG G: Admit it, Murray. He drives you up a wall too.
KONG: I AM SOMEBODY IN THIS BUSINESS!!! I WORKED WITH THE GREATS!!! I WILL NOT BE TREATED LIKE THIS!!!
DIRECTOR: Well…
BIG G: Yeah, I knew it. Come on. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee, buddy.
DIRECTOR: The coffee’s free here…
BIG G: Goddammit Murray, don’t reject my overtures of friendship, or I’ll fry another Key Grip.
KONG: THIS NEVER WOULD HAVE HAPPENED AT COLUMBIA, LET ALONE RKO!!!!
DIRECTOR: Did you ever wonder just why you never listened to your mother and didn’t go to law school?
BIG G: Nope. I loved my mother, Murray.
DIRECTOR: sigh. Swell.
KONG: I DEMAND TO SEE THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS!!!
Phantom Rider 
You are already booped.
@OptimusPrimevil
Seeing how Drive is speedy, I’m sure the colors are not a coincidence!
Seeing how Drive is speedy, I’m sure the colors are not a coincidence!
OptimusPrimevil 
@Phantom Rider
@Jarkes
@Prof.NightJack
true (about the comparison) but the reverse flash’s earth-x costume (full mask instead of exposed mouth and eyes) turns the comparison from drive being a shout out to the flash to the flash being a shout out to drive.
@Jarkes
@Prof.NightJack
true (about the comparison) but the reverse flash’s earth-x costume (full mask instead of exposed mouth and eyes) turns the comparison from drive being a shout out to the flash to the flash being a shout out to drive.
WM-R 
Gah. I’m annoyed. I have to accompany my school to Japan this coming December, and I just discovered the very day we fly off home is the day of Ultra-Fes, starring Ultraseven and Ultraman Zero. Damnation; so close yet so far!
OptimusPrimevil
is this combination possible with the toys or would the shoulder pads be too problematic?
Jarkes 
GOKAAAAI... SILVER!
@OptimusPrimevil
I’ve seen someone do a combination like this with the Zordbuilder Legacy Dragonzord and Tigerzord. Don’t remember if it was done specifically like this though.
I’ve seen someone do a combination like this with the Zordbuilder Legacy Dragonzord and Tigerzord. Don’t remember if it was done specifically like this though.
OptimusPrimevil
@Jarkes
how short would the combination be if it’s just the white tigerzord with the dragonzord draped on it (like a cloak)?
i could force an edit of it but the disproportional parts would look goofy.
how short would the combination be if it’s just the white tigerzord with the dragonzord draped on it (like a cloak)?
i could force an edit of it but the disproportional parts would look goofy.
Prof.NightJack
Gizmonics Scientist
@OptimusPrimevil
It would not be possible with any version of the toys to have the Tigerzord head show because the width of the head is too wide for it to fit, and the version Jarkes talked of left the Tigerzord head folded down and using the head inside the jaw of the Dragonzord.
It would not be possible with any version of the toys to have the Tigerzord head show because the width of the head is too wide for it to fit, and the version Jarkes talked of left the Tigerzord head folded down and using the head inside the jaw of the Dragonzord.
OptimusPrimevil
@Prof.NightJack
thanks for the info. yeah had a feeling that the tigerzord head would be a problem (guess you got to use the dragonzord’s battle mode face) but what about the tigerzord’s shoulderpads? too wide to accomodate the bits of the dragonzord hanging on the sides of the arms?
thanks for the info. yeah had a feeling that the tigerzord head would be a problem (guess you got to use the dragonzord’s battle mode face) but what about the tigerzord’s shoulderpads? too wide to accomodate the bits of the dragonzord hanging on the sides of the arms?
Prof.NightJack
Gizmonics Scientist
I guess now we can say that Sento opens a can of whoop-ass on enemies. :P
MrWonderbolt2000
I just looked at the pictures on the Power Rangers Wiki site.
The Lupinrangers look like Timeranger…
The Lupinrangers look like Timeranger…
Phantom Rider
You are already booped.
Calling it now: the next red ranger’s dad mysteriously disappeared just like the last and current red… only he shows up again in the first episode.
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