Germaine: Porn, porn, porn... porn... penis enlargement? Porn. Hey, look, I got an e-mail from someone who wants me to join a cult:
"Dear Germaine, we are proud to present you with the opportunity to be accepted into the Cyber-Satan Super-Mystery Cult. Please take the time to view our website for further details. We also have free literature available upon request.
PS. Satan knows where you live."
Hmm, that's a little weird.
Foamy: You know what, I say you join the cult. I mean, what do you have to loose?
But your soul!
Germaine: I kinda like my soul.
Foamy: C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?
Germaine: I don't see the point in joining a mystery cult.
Foamy: Excuse me. Super-mystery cult. Not just some ordinary cult. It's a super cult. The Cyber-Satan Super-Mystery Cult.
Look at all the free stuff you get. Look, you get the Super Cyber-Satan Super-Mystery Cult mug. You get a shirt, you get a hat, an upside down cross, you get one of those pentagram things that glows in the dark. Totally cool. You know you want one.
Germaine: You joined the cult already, didn't you?
Foamy: Super cult. All hail the mighty John Frum. Now where‘s my ice-cream and motorcycles, damn it!
