dark decisions

(poet's preface: I wanted to entitle this one, 'Cagesack', 
but I opted for the soundbite, clear-as-mud 'Dark Decisions'
because I figured it would be preferred by Nicholas and John.
Other potential titles: 'Rick Astley and the Overnight Recovery'
and 'Robert Shaw and His Resting Shark Face'.)

CUSACK: you're going on a journey with a heat-seeking panther
riding a Yamaha-1 bending time cross-country at 180 miles per hour. 
The panther is denigrated as a one-sided perfectionist, but I don't 
need to tell you the not-so-feel-goods are so terrifically wrong. 

CAGE: I believe the one-sided perfectionist in search 
of employment needs tutelage because he is a dope. 
True greatness is terrifying; the constant is the ant. 

CUSACK: And the ants are signing the checks, you fabulists.
Last night, God turned the garden hose on the Olympians,
soaking togas and diluting drinks, but he couldn't extinguish
the action at the craps table. The game never floated.

CAGE: Blessed is the twister of the kinks in the contraption;
he receives a 10% discount on all the Vegas buffets. 

CUSACK: Reciprocity is confusing, but we're given full range.
Bighorns in the Mojave. We are the imps of the perverse.

CAGE: We are the pimps of the inverse. Our bond is Haiku.

'The new neighbor is
super creepy because he
won't eat linguini.'

CUSACK: Turn me into stardust. I won't need anger management,
I won't need agents, and I won't need t-shirts.

'Your luck won't run out
so quickly if you put it 
in formaldehyde.'

CAGE: I never stole that chihuahua. I was raised better.

'Boba Fett beams up
for his annual staring
contest against Spock.'

CUSACK: Peggy Sue Got You Wrong. The komondor is a
national treasure of Hungary -- that dog that looks like a mop.

'Butterscotch parfait
challenges all discretion
before the weigh-in.'

CAGE: The Dog of the Yeti Post Cometh the Taxman. I'm hip.
Action Comics #1, so long, Kal-El.

CUSACK: Every role you take is Action Comics #1.

CAGE: Every role you take is the entire run of
"The Sinister House of Secret Love". Spooksville, baby.
Together, we are "Marvel Team-Up".

CUSACK: Hot-head.

CAGE: Web-head.

CUSACK: Want a glass of Spirit of Vengeance?

CAGE: Sure Thing. 

CUSACK: 'Con-Air 2'?

*pause as panther wearing Clash bandana rests in vicinity*

CAGESACK: We'll read it. 

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