I can hear the blues a-calling, a-calling me to the deep

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Having been a Frasier fan, I tried to get my girlfriend interested in the new series, explaining how it was superior comedy to todays trash. Alas, almost at once something was off with the new series (no spoilers fam). I think I laughed once in total, and all she would laugh at was David. Fucking David Crane! An abomination not fit to lick Niles's boots. A bitterness grew within me through the unfunny half hour, but she got up more satisfied than ever I had left her by shows end. I sat seated in disgust, hatewatching the credits, too lazy to change to something better.

But soon things took a turn, there seemed to be an after credits scene, where Freddy and David cornered Frasier in the empty flat.

"Uncle Frasier?" said David

*LAUGH TRACK*

"Yes?" Frasier arched a brow.

*LAUGH TRACK*

"Isn't this your old cheers stomping ground?"

*LAUGH TRACK*

"Why yes, Sam's bar is just-"

"Shut it old man." said Freddy, gripping his father's throat from behind. David stuck his shiney face in Frasier's, while pawing at his own cheeks.

"It's the name of the city Uncle Frasier. The city is- BOSTINGA!" with that, he ripped off his stolen face to reveal he was none other than Sheldon Cooper! This hadn't been a Frasier reboot at all, it was a trojan Big Bang Theory!

Sheldon buried his face in Frasier's chest, and began laying eggs while I watched in horror.

"BALL PIT"

*LAUGH TRACK*

I hammered the remote, unable to make the telly stop. soon the Eggs were oozing from Dr. Crane's mouth. I turned to run from the room, calling for help, only to find fucking Rodney Trotter barring my way in real life. Even he couldn't be bothered to stay in his one dimensional character.

"Who's a Plonker now eh?, Buckle up and watch Boy, Kelsey Grammer's got another decade or so to serve till his debt is repaid... You've got some serious Bazinga to ingest till then."

*LAUGH TRACK*



Credited to scannerofcrap 

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