GENRE: Action Figure Soap Opera
G.I. Joe: Why do you keep sticking that that limp-wristed loser, Barb ?
Barbie: I dunno .... it just sorta feels like we were meant for each other.
G.I. Joe: Aww c'mon, Barb ... you've been dating him for like three generations now.
Barbie: I know, I know.
G.I. Joe: You're not getting any younger.
Barbie: {defensive} Well, I'm not getting any older either.
G.I. Joe: C'mon Barb, Ken's a metrosexual faggot. If he weren't, don't you think he'd have married a hot chick like you by now ?
Barbie: ......
G.I. Joe: Unlike Ken, I'm a *REAL* man. Check out these guns, Babe {displays vintage Colt 45, M-16A2, and then flexes both biceps}. You WANT me, and you KNOW it. {leers}
Barbie: {wavering} But you're going to be deploying to Afghanistan soon.
G.I. Joe: I can be there, and here, at the same time ... have you seen my sales figures ? Besides, if 50 million young boys playing shoot-em-up for three generations straight can't hurt me, I'm not going to worry about a couple of camel-humping rag heads.
Barbie: {torn} I ... I ... I really like you Joe ... but I can't leave Ken.
G.I. Joe: Jesus H. Christ !! What you see in Ken is utterly beyond my
Ken. Anyway, I don't need to chase a frigid biatch like you. I've already got a hot date with all 4 of the
Bratz Girls set up later tonite ... hot tub, cold crystal, iPod, and ecstasy. I was gonna invite you over to make it a 6-way, but oh well. To quote Billy Joel,
"you Catholic girls start much too late". {leaves}
Barbie: No, wait ... I ... I ...
Barbie:
