Hi, this is Dick Miller.

You're listening to Junk Food Cinema.

Who were these guys? Welcome, Junk Yon. Welcome junkions to an especially futile episode of junk food cinema, brought to you by film school rejects.com.com. Dot com. Dot, if you're not good at this sport, you get lanced a lot. This is the weekly cult and exploitation film cast so good that regardless of who you are or what fiefdom you call home, we will, we will pop rock you.

I am your host, Brian Salsbury, the Ayatola of Cherry Cola.

And though I am no Jeffrey Chaucer myself, I have decided that in honor of this week's film, I am going to introduce my two co-hosts in his style.

So let me see how well I can do this.

My lords and ladies and everyone not sitting on a cushion.

My co-host comes from a humble beginning.

Where once a worm, now a lord of letters, the lieutenant of megaforce and protector of

mandroid, Sussie Robert Cargill.

I just had to do my weekly hi.

Yeah, no, if it's not there, then people get confused about what we're doing.

And speaking of getting confused about what we're doing,

I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you our special guest,

a sovereign of song who can trace the lineage of music back beyond Charday, the rock, the hard place,

the house core, Sir Tadrick in the shadows.

Hi, also. Hello, Mr. the Shadows. Hi, also.

Hello, Mr. The Shadows.

How's it going?

I'm doing all right.

I got to watch a better movie for this one.

I'm not complaining because, you know, I picked them both.

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