When the crew was sitting around at their morning meeting tossing out 'project' ideas and some guy from across the table said "Hey gang! I've got a great one! Let's show our audience how to make bread. We'll get this dude, he's gotta look like a weightlifting tranny version of Olivia Newton John (circa 'Let's Get Physical'). He'll dance around to some uber shitty-electric 80s swill and pretend to make love to the loaves of bread..." Why, oh, why, didn't everyone take their hot cups of tea and throw it in his face?
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