Out of focus! Out of focus! Apparently I've arrived on the planet of the
fuzzy faces. I blame Brent for this one.
In a clearing, our hero spots an encampment of mullets like himself. Is it just me, or is one of the mullets sitting around the fire also holding
a steering wheel between his legs? What's going on here?
Suddenly, a hunting party of people with ridiculous hair appears, startling the mullets. Ah, so now the truth comes out. It was some kind of skateboard-car thing all
along. It's also nice to know that there's a fully furnished bar out in the
middle of the forest.
Betraying his instincts, Shorts leaps to his bretheren's aid. This guy's costume is just terrible. Can anyone else see that his moustache
and goatee are clearly painted on? What was the makeup department thinking
that day?
Hey, this looks familiar...a little too familiar! Those cheapskate
directors just recycled the previous shot and got someone to re-dub our
dialogue! You'll notice that I have somehow acquired a Polish accent.
