Come up with the best replacement dialog for this Bulletman panel and you'll win either a caricature of your gorgeous mug OR an item of your choice to be included in the final HeroMachine 3 version!
The rules are simple:
- Leave your entry or entries in the comments to this post;
- No more than three entries per person;
- Keep it clean (appropriate for late-night broadcast TV).
That's even easier than falling down! I'll announce the winner next Tuesday. Make sure in your entry you indicate who is saying what, like so:
Bulletman: I think I might've crushed Bulletroach!
Bulletgirl: No, I think I snorted him in this nostril -- gross!
Good luck!
BM: “Rock beats paper! Ha!”
BG: “I’m sorry…what were we doing?”
darn he took my rock paper thing. oh well.
bm: cmon, lets play rock paper scissors for it.
bg: No, now for the last time get in there and clean that toilet.
BG: Okay one word, the topic is a strange movie from the 90’s
BM: Ah…okay. Coneheads!
1. BM: Why CAN’T we have a baby?
BG: Because the “bullets” you keep firing are blanks!
2. BM: I’m tired of doing THIS every night!
BG: Not until Friday!
3. BM: Why don’t you like our helmets?
BG: Because they look like suppositories!
Not for consideration:
BM: Honey, it hurts when I do this!
BG: Then don’t do that!
BM: Darn it Bullet girl, now is not the time for sloppy work!
BG: i said that last week but you don’t here me complaining.
1. BM: Bullet! Bullet-Bullet bullet!
BG: B-b-bullet??? BULLLLEEEETTTT!!!!
BM: Now honey, please sit still, we don’t want another child.
BG: Would you be quiet! Bulletdog is having fun in the next room with Bulletpoodle. Now, punch me right here in the stomach. That should take care of things.
BM:Damn! I know my bulletgun is around here somewhere!
BG:Hmm…Did you check in the other room?
BM:We’ve got to convince the police chief to let us help!
BG:I know! I’ll go ask his daughter!
BM:…and then I smashed the villain into the wall of a building!
BG:Is that what that hole in our living room is?
@Gero: your second entry is OUTSTANDING!
(all three of these are related, like multiple takes of the same scene a la Mike Meyers in Austin Powers movies)
1. Bulletman: Paper! No, wait, rock!
Bulletgirl: Get out.
2. Bulletman: I like it best when you do it this way.
Bulletgirl: Get out!
3. Bulletman: Great Scott! Seeing your helmet reminds me of something we haven’t done in a long time.
Bulletgirl: OUT!
BG: Bulletman, look! a totally inappropriate and hilarious scene right over there!
BM: By george, we’ve got to go add it to this month’s issue!
BM: Bulletgirl, have you noticed that we have huge seashells on our hea–
BG: Shhhhh! I think I can hear the ocean.
@John: I just decided to capitalize on how clueless bulletgirl and her family always seem to be ^_^
2. BM: And then we goin-
BG: Wait who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend!?
2)BM: One of these days, Bulletgirl! One of these days!
BG: Yeah I know, right to the moon! Well my kisser is wide open, swing away!
BM: Aw, Mom, do I hafta?
BG: That’s enough out of you, young man! To your room this instant!
BM: “I’m suffering from intense muscle pain!”
BG: “Thank goodness there’s a pharmacy over there”
BM: “Slamming my fist into my palm indicates that I’m angry!”
BG: “I don’t care. I’m too busy trying to direct traffic”.
BM: “Susan, you know we can’t fly under the influence. Now touch your nose and say the alphabet backwards.”
BG: “Z…Y…X…W…”
BM: “Are you pondering what I’m pondering, Susan?”
BG: “I think so, Jim. But, if we give peas a chance, won’t the lima beans feel left out?”
BM: Damn it….here comes my stalker who always dresses lime me….
BG: Hi Bulletman….Look we’re dressed the same again….what a coincidence…hehe
BM:Holy banana split ice cream Batman…
BG:Wrong comic book dude.
BM:If it weren’t for those damn kids and that talking dog….
BG: You’re a moron
BM: “I’ll get a brace and bit and drill ear-holes in our helmets!”
BG: “Talk slowly! I’m having trouble reading your lips.”
BM: I’m telling you Bulletgirl … Rock beats Booger everytime!
BG: NoseBullets!
BM: Golly, Bulletgirl! When you said you could suck the chrome off my dome; I didn’t think you meant literally!
BG: Mmmmm! Salty!
BM: Damnit, Bulletgirl; when I said “Fire me, boy!” I didn’t mean to light my “boys” on fire!
BG: But, I was just following Chef’s recipe for his chocolate salty balls…
1) BM: Quick Bulletgirl! The hostages are in danger!
BG: Sshhh…there’s a Ninja tank over there…
Bulletman: “Damnit, Susan! I can’t believe you let a tank run over Bulletdog.”
Bulletgirl: “But it just came out of nowhere. Look! It’s gone already.”
Bulletman: “Two bulletcars in every bullethouse. Bulletequality for every bulletman, woman and bulletchild. Bulletgifts under the bullettree. And soon the world will be my bullet. Bullet.”
Bulletgirl: “Oh my. Jim, enough with the crazy bullet talk. You need to call the tv repairman before I miss the next episode of Southland Bullets.”
BM: “Bulletgirl! Thank heavens. Snickerdoodle super glued my fist to my palm. I won’t be able to remove my helmut.”
BG: “(gasp) Bulletdog! Quick, fetch the disintigration ray, or I’ll never be able to see my boyfriend’s face again.”
BM: Then they grind the bugs to make dye.
BG: Oh. That’s why lipstick is red.
(NOTE: This is the truth: http://www.prx.org/pieces/41466-discovering-lipstick-bugs-in-africa)
BM: “Jeff Herbert is mocking us? I’ll moidelize him!”
BG: “Shhh! I think he’s just outside this panel.”
Entry 1:
BM: “So honey, what do you say tonight you ‘bite the bullet’?”
BG: “Last time, I chipped my tooth.”
so far, so good!
BM: Like this, see? Works every time.
BG: I don’t know. Are you sure that’s how to perform CPR?
BM: … and so we could call ourselves Mulletman and Mulletgirl! What do you think?
BG: See this expression? Out! Now!
BM: You did say *anything*. And the women in the video looked like they were having fun…
BG: …Look, a distraction!
3)
BM: Alright Susan, we’ll flank the bank robbers through the back…ah, you’re not listening to me are you?
BG: Is there something in my teeth?
1)
BM: The line must be drawn here!
BG: Why not over there?
2)
BM: Quick Bulletgirl, to the Bulletcave to get our Bulletguns!
BG: Okay but shouldn’t we go over there and get our Bulletbullets first?
3)
BM: … then I should’ve pounded that big lummox into paste!
BG: Um, Bulletman, the big lummox is right over there.
There’s just something amusing about abbreviating Bulletman that way … something very third grade about the whole thing.
1.)
BM: NO! I already told you Bulletgirl, we’re here to work, not shop!
BG: But Bulletman, they’ve got Mink Stoles, and they’re on sale.
2.)
BM: And so, we’ll . . .
BG: Ummm. Why are we having this converstaion here? There’s a roof top right over there.
BM: I really wish we had cups and saucers!
BG: Oh, sorry! I forgot to tell you. I bought new ones the other day, and I put them in that cupboard… At least, I think I did.
BM: I must find my athletic support!
BG: *sigh* Dear, it’s on your head.
BG: Oh my god! I thought I saw something over there, but I can’t tell what it is! The damn illustrator didn’t draw this panel big enough! Oh, Jim! What shall we do?
BM: I’ve got it! I’ll hit my hand with my fist while you point in a meaningless fashion!
BM: Speak Bulletgirl! Oh wait nevermind. Ok, 1 word, far away, wait fly, no, finger!
BG: Wow you’re so stupid!