Don't knock it it's like having monty python posting to our boards.
He'll be doing the dead GP32 next.
A customer enters a console shop.
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr. Praline: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
Owner: We're closin' for lunch.
Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this GP32 what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the GP32...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead GP32 when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable console, the GP32, idn'it, ay? Beautiful display!
Mr. Praline: The display don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the console) 'Ello, Mister Polly GP32! I've got lovely fresh batteries for you if you
show...
(owner hits the console)
Owner: There, he moved!
Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the console!
Owner: I never!!
Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!
Owner: I never, never did anything...
Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the console repeatedly) Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes GP32 and thumps it on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead GP32.
Owner: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?
Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! GP32s stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That GP32 is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour
ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged gaming session.
Owner: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for Korea.
Mr. Praline: PININ' for the KOREA?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he switch off the moment I got 'im home?
Owner: The GP32 prefers keepin' off! Remarkable console, id'nit, squire? Lovely display!
Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that GP32 when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason looked like it was working was because you'd glued a picture of sonic the hedgehog to the screen.
(pause)
Owner: Well, o'course it was glued there! If I hadn't glued it there, it would have had games on it and before you know it
VOOM! Freeware!
Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this GP32 wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
Owner: No no! 'E's pining!
Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This GP32 is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e
rests in peace!'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-GP32!!
(pause)
Owner: Well, I'd better replace it, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh,
we're right out of GP32s.
Mr. Praline: I see. I see, I get the picture.
Owner: I got a spectrum.
(pause)
Mr. Praline: Can it emulate anything?
Owner: Nnnnot really.
Mr. Praline: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
Owner: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)
Mr. Praline: Well.
(pause)
Owner: (quietly) D'you.... d'you want to come back to my place?
Mr. Praline: (looks around) Yeah, all right, sure.