I want to complain.

[Aignatius]

You want to complain! Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.

No, I want to complain about...

If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother.

Oh?

Ohh, my back hurts, it's not a very fine day and I'm sick and tired of this office.

*Slams door. walks down corridor, opens next door.* Hello, I want to... *BAP* Ooooh!

No, no, no. Hold your head like this, then go Waaah. Try it again.

*BAP* Uuuuwwhh!!

Better, Better, but Waah, Waah! Put your hand there.

No!

Now..

*BAP* Waaaaah!!!

Good, Good! That's it.

Stop hitting me!!

What?

Stop hitting me!!

Stop hitting you?

Yes!

Why did you come in here then?

I wanted to complain.

Oh no, that's next door. It's being-hit-on-the-head lessons in here.

What a stupid concept.

(Brought to you courtesy of http://www.montypythonpages.com/index1.htm )  

[Donatello]

Yes.. I also must protest!  *points to baby*   He's defective. I want a refund!    >


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Nah, just kidding.  As well as swiping this lame joke from my husband.  

[Leonardo]

Yes, complain we must!
How can we have a thread named Thread Killer if it won't die!
STOP posting already!
Really, how can we bring out the dead thread if it won't die!

now why is it I sometimes feel like I went to the wrong office, yes, being hit on the head sounds about right?
*teehee*

waaaaaah!

(Raph could teach bapping school! aka Hit on the Head lessons!)

[Aignatius]

Aw. Why's the baby defective? Is he leaking, making strange noises? Sleeps 10 hours a day?  

True, the skit is funnier in the delivery... a bit of distraction is what it is.