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- 1987
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to accomplish in my lifetime.
You, my nephews,
must construct Sheetar
from the body parts
of many immoral girls,
but this is just the start.
from the dead,
a ceremony must take place.
Michael, find a virgin
to sacrifice to Sheetar
at the ceremony.
George, you must cook
a blood buffet.
That will summon the goddess
to take over the body
you have constructed for her.
Sheetar. Sheetar.
An immortal goddess
more powerful than Superman.
We will use your diner
to find our victims.
I will do the choosing.
Sheetar, help us.
Makes quite a thing out of it.
Trying to break
that bridge of Montclair's.
Come on, Connie.
All you have to do
is take your top off.
All you do is show your tits.
No big deal.
We need your answer now, Connie.
Are you gonna do it?
I told you
she's a little fraidy-cat.
Come on, Clarice.
We can do it without her.
Oh, I can't believe this.
Listen, when I started
as head cheerleader,
I decided we'd all be
vegetarians. Fine.
Then another vegetarian
cheerleader group came up,
so I added aerobics.
Last month, some other school
added aerobics...
Oh, my God!
I'm getting a ticket!
I hate wrestling.
Turn that damn TV down!
I'm sick to my stomach,
God damn it.
Sh*t.
Son of a...
Apparently not hurt by it.
Just kicked out. Get himself...
I'd like to wrestle
that sideshow freak.
George? George!
George, is that you?
Yes, Uncle. You miss me?
George,
get your fat ass over here,
and get this off me.
Good morning, Uncle.
What the hell
are you gawking at?
Get me over to the window,
you numskull!
That's a better view
for you, Uncle.
Hmm...
slim pickings.
What an idiot.
Hey, Georgie!
Georgie, quit goofing off,
and get to work, will you?
Sheetar, help us.
Sorry, Mikey.
Excuse me.
That's the best
frigging veggie burger
I've had
in a son of a b*tch long time.
Yes, sir,
damn good veggie burger.
- Here you go.
- If I didn't know better,
some meat in it.
I'm an expert on veggie burgers.
I've eaten them
all across America.
I've eaten in some
of those health-food hangouts
where the soup
ain't fit to piss in.
You're Michael Tutman,
- ain't you?
- Yeah.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tutman.
My name's Horatio Titus,
but my friends
call me Vitamin, see?
Get it? Vitamin C.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. C.
Hell, you can call me Vitamin.
Was everything okay?
I noticed you hardly
touched your food.
It was really good.
I'm just upset, that's all.
Let me let you in
on a little secret
about those
so-called friends of yours.
they used to all come in here
dressed up like "Flashdance",
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