The A-Team; The A Stands For Apathy!

Thirty-six years ago, in 1972, a group of white guys and a guy who looks like Mr. T, were sent to prison by some seriously P.O.‘d judges for a crime they didn’t commit. They didn’t try to escape or anything and eventually got out on parole for good behaviour. The government realized they screwed up and let them be soldiers of fortune to keep them busy. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if they feel like it, maybe you can hire… The A-Team. Meh.


Hot, Rich. Blonde Lady: Um, is this the A-Team?

Cannibal: Go away, we’re watching we’re watching Adult Swim.

HRBL: Aren’t you guys a little old for cartoons?

Cannibal: Uh, they’re adult cartoons. Duh.

Facebookman: What do you want anyways lady? And it better not be us having to rescue someone, because my feet are killing me.

HRBL:  Well, what do you want me to say then? I thought you guys were the A-Team, you know the one that helps people rescue kidnapped relatives?

Mr. T’s Body Double: Nope, you want the A-Team down on Smith Street. We’re the Apathy Team, we just don’t care about stuff. I mean, just don’t care fool. Whatever.

HRBL: So you guys aren’t going to help me? Even if I pay you a million dollars?

Slightly Aggravated Murdoch: What if you just give us half now, and half whenever we get your dog back?

 

HRBL: First of all, it’s Dad. Second, you just said you don’t even care. Why would I then give you any money?

Cannibal: (Points gun) So we don’t kill you. Yeah that’s right, we murder people. Now give us the money. These TV trays don’t buy themselves.

HRBL: Ok, ok. Just take it. But how am I supposed to get my Dad back now?

Facebookman: He’s probably dead anyway. Trust me, if I were terrorists he’d be so dead.

HRBL: What kind of thing is that to say to a person? I mean we’re talking about my fa-

Cannibal: Shh, T.V.

Mr. T, I mean whatever fake name I gave to add comedy to it. It’s not that I don’t want to write better, it’s just that I’m real lazy: Man, am I ever out of shape.

Facebookman: Gotta get on the Atkins brother.

Slightly Aggravated Murdoch: Guys, Batman starts in an hour!

Cannibal: (Lights cigar) Let’s roll.

Mr. Iced T: You’re tripping if you think you’re bringing that in the car.