Popo: Now that’s what I call a sequel – WOOHOO!!
Lazlo: It’s a follow-up story, clown, so it’s what everyone calls a sequel.
Popo: And brother, let me tell you, if you’re going to follow-up a classic spine-tingler, that’s how you do it – frills and thrills and glorious spills.
Partijama: I agree, it was such a shift in tone and energy and structure; completely unexpected, and so very satisfying.
Popo: (leaps up, punch) Wham, (donkey kick) Bam, (trips self, flops onto cloud) slam…weehahahaha…that’s the kind of ride you pretend you didn’t notice it was over, so you can have another go round without having to get out and line up all over again…hahahaaa! (Merriment galore)
Partijama: (Chortling) Razz, you are too miserable.
Popo: (flopping fish-like on seat) I’m just reeling from the wildness.
Lazlo: Hmph, I’ve had wilder.
Popo: (head pops up) Oh? (Mischief face) Do tell.
Lazlo (glares): That time you stranded us in the middle of the Prollian sector, you bumbling knave.
Popo (sheep face, grins): Ah, come on, you know you enjoyed that as much as I did. And we were never really in any danger, were we? I had that situation under complete control.
Lazlo: Oh yes, about as much control as those soldiers had a while ago.
Popo (composes self): Which is, um, part of the beauty of the movie, am I right, guys? Imagine being in those soldiers’ boots – yeesh, no thank you, not my flavour, I’ll just have a glass of warm milk with vanilla essence and syrup, if you please, sir.
Partijama: Seeing Ellen Ripley again gave me the warm fuzzies.
Popo: Digital hair-balls, eh?
Partijama: Uh, n-no, Razz.
Popo: (Shrugs) Oh well, maybe you’ll get lucky next time.
Partijama: Uh huh…yes, sure.
Popo: Nevertheless, it was great to see Ripley back in fine monster-mashing form.
Partijama: And she needed to be because she had to do battle with not just one but a whole army of Xenomorphs. Oh, a tingle just passed through my frame at the word.
Popo: And a delightful tingle it was. May we have another? (Ship-tingle) Nice, (nodding) very nice.
Lazlo: At least they were better prepared for the Gorkins this time.
Popo: The nifty weapons and gear did make for some terrific thrills. And the Bombastykans were so entertaining.
Partijama: I liked the little one, Newt, so brave and resourceful
Can you imagine surviving in that horrid place for so long on your own?
Popo: I can try, but I don’t want to.
Lazlo: Don’t bother, you wouldn’t have lasted a day.
Popo: Ha! You underestimate my survival skills. Us bards are among the best survivors in the multiverse.
Partijama: I’m inclined to agree. I remember once on Lalaboo, Razz was being pelted with fruit after delivering a particularly horrid poem, (Lazlo in hysterics; Popo grinning) and, oh, you should have seen him slither and scurry; he was like a hybrid of snake and rat and-
Popo: Uh, thank you for the bracing trip down memory lane there, buddy.
Partijama: You’re welcome, Razz.
Popo: I’ll tell you who could’ve made it a day all by her lonesome – Vasquez. Now there’s one worthy of the title of warrior.
Partijama: She was amazing; such a powerful physique and presence.
Popo: She reminded me of myself when-
Lazlo: You were dreaming.
Popo: Hahahaha, good one, Lazzie ol’ pal. No, but seriously, I wouldn’t have been surprised if Vasquez had given one of those beasties an atomic wedgie.
Partijama: Oh my, that would’ve been quite an incredible plot twist.
Lazlo: Particularly since the nasty things don’t wear garments.
Popo: Ah, that’s using the old brain-bowl there, Lazlo. I’m confident the Bombastykan bards could’ve worked a pair of underpants into that scene.
Partijama: What about the unflappable Corporal Hicks?
Popo: Hahaa, I love that guy. Remember that part when they were on the shuttle heading down to the planet, LV-426, and everybody was all “wooo, make it stop!” and Hicks was sleeping.
Partijama: Hehehe, he was made of very stern material.
Lazlo (maniac grin): I liked Burke.
Popo: Burke the jerk, huh? You never cease to amaze me, Lazlo.
Lazlo: (Waves a hand) Pfft. Villains add spice.
Popo: I think we had more than enough baddies there, Laz m’boy.
Lazlo: Always room for one more…(loon face) and that’s Lord Lazlo to you, Popo.
Partijama: I like Private Hudson. He was delightful.
Popo: The panic button? Hehehe, he was awesome. He was dangling by a thread for most of it.
Partijama: “Game over, man, game OVER.”
Popo: (Clapping and hooting) Splendid, Partijama, your imitations are beyond compare.
Partijama: Thank you, Razz.
Lazlo: That’s the advantage of being a spaceship. Partijama, shouldn’t Bishop be your favourite character, seeing that you both share that quality of…well, I suppose, artificial intelligence?
Partijama: My intelligence is completely natural where I come from, Lord Lazlo. However, I receive your remark as a compliment; Bishop was quite noble, and proved his worth in the end.
Popo: Hear hear! Also, if you weren’t you, who’d do all of those phenomenal impressions?
Partijama: (Giggles) Thank you, Razz. You know, copying speech is one advantage of being a biomechanoid; there are so many others.
Lazlo: Such as?
Partijama: I can employ a variety of mechanisms to adapt at exponentially greater rates than a pure biological organism. For instance I can assimilate technology and knowledge into my being and thereby trigger an evolutionary event.
Popo: Oh yeah, I don’t know what that means but I like it.
Lazlo: I see.
Popo: I know another great advantage of being you, buddy.
Popo: You make a mean cup of hot cocoa.
Partijama: Thank you, Razz. In fact, I’m making some right now.
Partijama: Would you like to hear another, Lord Lazlo?
Partijama: Well, let’s say I opened myself up right now to the void of space, the only one of us that would be left alive, would be me. Hehe.
Popo: Oh yes, that’s the spirit, Lazlo! Which imitation is that? No, no, let me guess. It’s, um, it’s…oh, I have it, it’s a turtle, choking…on food; turtle food that would’ve gone down better if it had been more adequately prepared. (On his feet, doing the ‘robot’ dance) Game over, man, game OVER!