Sigh. Yet another ZERO.
Bullcrap Heap hits yet another low - is it even possible? YES!
We've got a pair of morons who want to get married under the Golden Gate, even though they are both deathly ill because they've been eating off of the Sludge Sled/Gut Truck/Ptomaine Truck/Death on Wheels in notably and impeccably sterilized Fran Sansicko, where people engage in unsafe sex, shoot heroin, and generally engage in trendy liberal stupidity.
And, over there where Bell has been directing the Infomercial for the latest "Slice 'N' Dice", Doc W gets bamboozled into performing surgery for the cameras using an as-yet untried linkup to the ISS. Thankfully, ISS isn't out at the Clarke orbit which means a 44-1/2 thousand mile trip, but rather in low earth orbit. A 250 mile high one on average. And because of its speed, around 17200 mph, of course, you need to have an array of antennae configured around the world, which NASA has, of course. But, the trade-off is even worse: there's a builtin delay of a second and a half. So, there's your tension! Doc Wally has to do surgery on surrogate Sam the dummy live on TV without any kind of rehearsal! How stupid is that? And sure enough, a Mass Coronal Ejection obliterates the space station and Doc W slices up the dummy. And of course, now the ISS is on complete lockdown (how STOOPIT is that) and the astronut who was overseeing the operation turns out to have an appendix that is about to burst.
Meanwhile, Bell uses his white hat hackering skills to have the health department tweet out that Such-n-such Dump Truck has the plague. Fortunately, the Bro-E-Coli Vegan Van stops selling its Death-Cicles, just in time for Doc W to sew up the appendix guy. And just by co-inky-dink, the Astroguy's family lives right in Fran Sansicko, so there's a highly unlikely fambly reunion!
Bell is starting to catch on that Doc Brockett doesn't care if he has a rocket in his pocket, because she's wondering if its twue what they say 'bout Malik... it's twue, it's twue! Sigh. Schnitzengrüben aside, this comedy doesn't have enough seriousness in it.
Bullcrap Heap hits yet another low - is it even possible? YES!
We've got a pair of morons who want to get married under the Golden Gate, even though they are both deathly ill because they've been eating off of the Sludge Sled/Gut Truck/Ptomaine Truck/Death on Wheels in notably and impeccably sterilized Fran Sansicko, where people engage in unsafe sex, shoot heroin, and generally engage in trendy liberal stupidity.
And, over there where Bell has been directing the Infomercial for the latest "Slice 'N' Dice", Doc W gets bamboozled into performing surgery for the cameras using an as-yet untried linkup to the ISS. Thankfully, ISS isn't out at the Clarke orbit which means a 44-1/2 thousand mile trip, but rather in low earth orbit. A 250 mile high one on average. And because of its speed, around 17200 mph, of course, you need to have an array of antennae configured around the world, which NASA has, of course. But, the trade-off is even worse: there's a builtin delay of a second and a half. So, there's your tension! Doc Wally has to do surgery on surrogate Sam the dummy live on TV without any kind of rehearsal! How stupid is that? And sure enough, a Mass Coronal Ejection obliterates the space station and Doc W slices up the dummy. And of course, now the ISS is on complete lockdown (how STOOPIT is that) and the astronut who was overseeing the operation turns out to have an appendix that is about to burst.
Meanwhile, Bell uses his white hat hackering skills to have the health department tweet out that Such-n-such Dump Truck has the plague. Fortunately, the Bro-E-Coli Vegan Van stops selling its Death-Cicles, just in time for Doc W to sew up the appendix guy. And just by co-inky-dink, the Astroguy's family lives right in Fran Sansicko, so there's a highly unlikely fambly reunion!
Bell is starting to catch on that Doc Brockett doesn't care if he has a rocket in his pocket, because she's wondering if its twue what they say 'bout Malik... it's twue, it's twue! Sigh. Schnitzengrüben aside, this comedy doesn't have enough seriousness in it.
