Flower said:
We have a few white gators at the Audubon Zoo ... Yes, I've tried throwing one of the banned Terbites to the white gators but they tossed him back.
Narrator: Ah. We have a report from Goober McFly in Lughtborrow on the TERB preparations for this most important event.
Goober: Here at Lughtborrow are the five young men chosen last week to be eaten by a crocodile for TERB this summer. Obviously, the most important part of the event is the opening 60-yard sprint towards the crocs. And twenty-two year old (coughs} SPA owner Paul/IT is rated by some pundits not only the fastest but also the tastiest TERB morsel since Elmo got a bronze at Helsinki. In charge of the team is The Shake.
The Shake: Aww, well, you not only got to get in that pit first, you gotta get EATEN first. When you land in front of your croc, and 'e opens his mouth, I wanna see you right in there. Rub your 'ead up against 'is taste buds. And when those teeth bite into your flesh, use the perches to thrust yourself DOWN his throat...
Goober McFly: Freds trained with every TERB team since 1928, and it's his blend of gymnastic know-how, reptilian expertise and culinary skill that's turned many an un-appetizing novice into a crocodilic banquet.
The Shake: Well, our chefs have been experimenting for many years to find a sauce most likely to tempt the crocodile. In the past, we've concentrated on a fish based sauce, but this year, we are reverting to a simple béarnaise.
Goober: The British team are worried because Olympic regulations allow only the competitor's heads to be sauced. Wrong Hole?
Wrong Hole: Yes, well, I mean,
(clears throat) you know, four years ago, everyone knew the Italians were coating the insides of their legs with bolognaise, the Russians have been marinating themselves, One of the Germans, Langweile, was actually caught actually putting, uh, Republican remoulade down his shorts. And the Finns were using tomato-flavored running shoes. Uh, I think there should either be unrestricted garnishing, or a single, Olympic standard mayonnaise.
Goober: Wrong Hole, does it ever worry you that you're actually going to be chewed up by a bloody, great crocodile.
Wrong Hole: The only thing that worries me, Jim, is being the first one down that gully.
Goober: Well, the way things are going here at Lughtborrow, it looks as though TERB could easily pick up a place in the first seven hundred. But nothing's predictable in this tough, harsh, highly competitive world where today's champion is tomorrow's crocodile shit.