Guys, I'm meeting junk and watching rubbish.

You better come out and stop me.

All right. This is Dick Miller.

You're listening to Junk Food Cinema.

Who were these guys? Beware, Cursed Junkions, you've just stepped into a devilishly fun new episode of junk food cinema, brought to you by filmscorrejects.com.com.

Dot com. Dot, when we say bedazzled, we don't mean adding rhinestones to your genes.

This is, of course, the weekly cult and exploitation film cast so good.

It just has to be fattening.

I'm your host, Brian Salisbrain.

I'm joined as per usual by my friend and co-host.

He's a novelist.

He's a screenwriter. A lieutenant of Megaforce.

A fie slam a jammer run and stank all over with rib tiggling jumps of double vanilla funk.

Mr. C. Robert Cargill.

Hi.

I was about 30% sure I could get all the way through that without screwing up.

That's the best odds I could give myself on that.

And yet somehow here we are.

Thank you, Satan.

Yes, yes, indeed.

This is going to be a very Hail Satan episode, I feel.

You know, I believe so.

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