This is my first head weapon, Mr. Kriegler.

Do join me, it's a dinner.

You got one shot left in that shooter.

This is Filmsack.

This is Filmsack, episode 4, 500 and 8, minding the very depths of film entertainment from mankind.

Welcome to the show.

So, my name is Scott Johnson, with me today, Brian, his name ain't Roy Dunnoway.

My name's not Call Me Roy, just call me, just do it.

Oh hi.

Hi.

Dear family, just update on my job search so far.

As you know, it is difficult to find a job for us aboriginals in British occupied Australia during the 1800s so you can imagine.

I had high hopes when I came across Mr. Marston's newspaper ad for a man's servant on his ranch.

However, since taking the job,

I've had to adjust my expectations to master reality of man's servant.

Anywho, a gang showed up today to shoot Dingo's with a sharp shooting gun and he has the biggest moustache you have ever seen.

You wouldn't believe this thing.

You could hide a couple of baby-eating Dingo's in a wallaby up in there.

If that wasn't enough facial hair for your Cheeto-shaped grub acid trip nightmares, then the fact that he has two more moustaches on his face surely will.

One above each eye.

It's enough to make you want a cliff dive with no water.

Oh, that remind me.

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