RENT, as in the groundbreaking smash hit musical. You don't know about it, CC? I think this solidly proves my theories...
I'm gonna talk to the prairie dogs about this. Ahem.
Hello, scientific community-at-large!
("Hello Cray!" "'Ello Q!" "Cheerio good fellow, wot wot!")
I honestly didn't expect the prairie dogs to be British. It's so hard to tell someone's accent though, when they're singing.I present to you, Exhibit A of CC's undeniable insanity. See here, he is unaware of RENT and believes it to be a band. This not only shows a completely insane lack of knowledge about musical theater...
("Indeed." "Indubitably!" "Right-o chap!")
...but also shows his ability to determine context are impaired as shown by the following...
Or, oooh, a rock opera!!
It'll be the new RENT! Mixed with Wicked! Mixed with top hats! Oooooh!
("Absolutely." "Surely!" "Don't call me Shirley!")
Such evidence only compounds my theory, as proven by CC's own inability to approach the rainbows that clearly surround the 5th floor of the Asylum in order to taste them, that CC is and did lawlessly and deceitfully take command of the Asylum after his stay as a patient and is, in fact, insane himself.
("Yes!" "Most definitely!" "I agree!")
Furthmore and in conclusion, he seems to insist that my imagination is not real. In as much as this would mean that you, the scientific community to whom I speak, do not exist, I submit that this is further evidence of his own insanity.
("Certainly!" "Incredible!" "You must publish these findings immediately, before
Ellen Larson gets ahold of it!")
So.... are you thinking what I'm thinking?
("I think so Brain, but if we didn't have ears I think we'd look like weasels!")
We must take action! There must be recourse! To battle stations!
("EULALIAAAAAAAAAAAA!" "Psst, mate, we're prairie dogs not hares...")
Alright... now... fire the candy cannons! *fires Skittles at CC* Taste THAT rainbow! Mwahahahahahahaha!
