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Mike: Now Micky, what's that you said about my songwriting?
Micky: Ow, ow, oooowwww! I said that I loved your songs! I think they're all
great! I believe the term 'musical genius' was used!
Mike: That's what I thought.
Peter: ...but that's really just speculation on my part. But if we look on page 89
of The Book of Tao, then we can find even more clues to the whereabouts of the alien spaceship! Like this question
mark right here. Isn't that the most suspicious looking question mark you've ever seen in your life?
Mike: Must not scream. Must not scream.
Micky: Davy, the next time you feel the need to answer a help-wanted ad for 'healthy young
men' FOR CHRIST'S SAKE DON'T DRAG THE REST OF US INTO IT!
Davy: I don't know guys, I kind of like it.
Mike: *sigh* And I had made such progress. Well it looks like I'll be paying for
my therapist's transmission work after all.
Micky: Look guys, my finger is magical! It can point at anything!
Mike: Wow, that's really groovy. Oh, my god! My finger is magical too!
Peter: My entire hand is magical!
Davy: See, I told you not to buy those pills, we don't even know who that guy
was. *long pause* Sooooo...uh...are there any left?
Peter: I'm smiling because I'm always happy.
Mike: I'm smiling because I'm in the process of repressing this experience from my memory.
Disclaimer: I am not in any way suggesting with these captions that in real
life Mike is in serious need of therapy, Peter is highly suspicious of question marks, Micky believes his finger is magical
due to hallucinogenic drug use, or that Davy is into kinky bondage games. This
is all in good fun for the purposes of humor. No offense is meant to the Monkees
themselves or anyone affiliated with them. There we go folks; I have sufficiently
covered my ass. You may now return to your regularly scheduled web surfing.
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