Dial 9 for an outside delusion

Guy Fawkes night, a day whereby a nation of who love underachievers can celebrate that someone got executed for failing to blow up parliment. It also gives us an excuse to use more explosives in one evening than were used in the gulf war. An interesting sideline here indicates that once effigies of the pope were burnt as well.
Brain in neutral, post Whitby pickup to first gear will get me rambling about random stuff again, sooner or later the floodgates of my mind will open like a giant toastrack in the skies.
As a sideline until then which film would you nominate for 'worst film ever' for me it'll just have to be Highlander II, utterly utterly dire.

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Throw the switch Igor. throw the switch

In the cobwebbed server room in dingy Bar Hill the mad scientist known only as 'The Penguin' cackles out the window to those that gather outside his spooky mansion brandishing torches and pitchforks.
"My server, it's alive, IT'S ALIVE!"

Lo and behold, with just 20 metres (or so) of network cable and a audio splitter cable my multimedia house will be at full capacity.

BUHAHAHAHAHA!

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Inner monologue

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