HEY, I'M STARTING TO GET
THE HANG OF THIS GAME.
THE BLERNS ARE LOADED,
THE COUNT'S THREE BLERNS
AND TWO ANTI-BLERNS,
AND THE INFIELD BLERN RULE
IS IN EFFECT. RIGHT?
EXCEPT FOR THE WORD "BLERN,"
THAT WAS COMPLETE GIBBERISH.
( crowd gasps )
( cheering )
Announcer:
Multi-ball! Multi-ball!
Blern!
Bler-r-r-rn!
ALL RIGHT! YES!
MILLER'S ON A PACE
TO HIT 70 BLERNS.
HE'S GOOD ALL RIGHT,
BUT HE'S NO CLEM JOHNSON.
AND JOHNSON PLAYED
BACK IN THE DAYS
BEFORE STEROID INJECTIONS
WERE MANDATORY.
CLEM JOHNSON?!
THAT SACK OF SKIN
WOULDN'T HAVE LASTED ONE PITCH
IN THE OLD ROBOT LEAGUES.
NOW, WIRELESS
JOE JACKSON--
THERE WAS A
BLERN-HITTING MACHINE.
EXACTLY, HE WAS A MACHINE
DESIGNED TO HIT BLERNS.
I MEAN, COME ON,
WIRELESS JOE WAS NOTHING
BUT A PROGRAMMABLE BAT
ON WHEELS.
OH, AND I SUPPOSE
PITCH-O-MAT 5000
-WAS JUST A MODIFIED HOWITZER.
-YEP.
YOU KNOW, YOU HUMANS ARE
SO SCARED OF A LITTLE
ROBOT COMPETITION
YOU WON'T EVEN LET US
ON THE FIELD.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THERE'S ALL KINDS
OF ROBOTS DOWN THERE.
YEAH. DOING CRAP WORK.
THEY'RE BAT BOYS,
BALL POLISHERS,
SPRINKLER SYSTEMS...
BUT HOW MANY ROBOT MANAGERS
ARE THERE?
-ELEVEN?
-ZERO!
AND WHAT A SURPRISE.
LOOK WHO'S SCRAPING UP
THE FILTH.
IS IT A HUMAN CHILD?
I WISH.
