Gather round the fire, children, be quiet and be still.

To hear the nightmare legend of the man they called Cargill, he walked the rows between the

seats and folks could hear him scream, a rambling and a hollering about what was on the screen.

With a voice as smoky as a fire, doused at morning light, he'd telltales of battle trucks and mega forces with cycles all in flight.

He'd trap a room with stories strange of stars and names of note, and pour a fifth of

grandpa's whiskey down his scratchy throat.

And then one day he up and vanished.

To where Lord only knows, he left his microphoneed friend alone to host the show.

Across the pond, he did abscond, or so the townsfolk contend.

But one thing true, sure is sky is blue.

Carge won't be heard from again.

Hey, Brian. I'm back.

Holy shit. Where did you come from? Hi, this is Dick Miller.

If you're listening to Junk Food Cinema,

who are these guys?

Howdy, campers? It's another glorious day here at Camp Junk Food Cinema, brought to you by FilmSchoolRejects.com.com.

Dot, don't drink the bug juice and watch out for the poison ivies, part one through four.

This is, of course, the weekly cult and exploitation film film cast so good it just has to be fattening i'm your host brian salisbury and you may think that what you just heard of the dot com persuasion was pre-recorded this week i say thee nay because returning in a canoe from across the pond back like he never left the shrek king himself mr c robert cargill hi

really four months away and all you could say is hi now that's on brand that's actually

fucking nine years of the show and that's all i ever say i have to stop writing you such

grandiose intros because all i set you up for is a nice

Kurt.

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