Fascinating creatures. Brave but of the whole stupid.

Yes, they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here who lets the other two fight.

He waits.

Alikarim Bay.

This is Filmsack.

Oh, sure.

Hello greetings and welcome to Filmsack. Yes, that's right. This is Filmsack episode 579, continually mining the very depths of film entertainment for all mankind.

I'm Scott Johnson, joining me today, Brian. He only plays chess if there's a huge version of it playing on the wall that way.

That's the only way that in Cracker Barrel. Oh, hi. This week on Filmsack, we strap on our sides eight and a half-still toad stab and boots and get to go going back to the early sixties for a little hot spy on spy action with the Russians in instant, instant, instant, what do you call it again?

Istanbul, not Constantinople and get into a threesome with some hot blooded-futed gypsies, girls and skirts, but hey, that's nobody's business but the Turks.

In you, let's get to explain our plot this week with some analogies. So it's kind of like our characters in a chess match where one of the players is just trolling the other player, letting them think they're going to win so that later on, they can film Sean Connery in a hotel room doing it.

No wait, it's more like three Simeez fighting fish where one of those fishes is watching the other two fishes in a hotel room doing it.

And one of those fishes is Sean Connery. No wait, it's more like a lady who thinks she has a big mouth, but then Sean Connery says,

Oh, no, no, it's the perfect size for what he has in mind for his oral fixation and it involves him in a hotel room and some guys with a camera.

Randy, I think we just watched porn, PG porn, but porn nonetheless. We've got a big mouth.

Oh, my lord. I forgot about that mouth part. I don't like that part. That part was terrible. I knew that had to be a gross out.

God, if there was ever a lie, you could tell written by a man, it was right. My mouth's too big. Yeah, like no, no, what I'm putting in it is just right.

Yeah, right up high guys. Yeah, up high. Okay. Also with this Randy, he's super into Romani on Romani lady wrestling, Jordan.

Hello, Scott. Brian. Randy, I summoned you here numbers three, five and six to instruct you as we begin our most difficult project.

We're going to train a man to fight another man. I know it sounds impossible, almost as impossible as projecting readable text onto the bodies of women who are dancing, but we kind of we sort of did that, right?

We're almost successful. Okay, all right. Pay attention. Number three, number three. How dare you break eye contact with me? Do you want me to press one of these buttons? Because I'll press them all.

And then one of them operates the ceiling fan and you know how much I hate that. Where was I? Yes, combat training, our fighter who will inexplicably only send in after all of our other

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