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The first time I watched this, my face exploded, sending a mouthful of cereal through my nose, and all over my monitor. To be honest, I'm really not sure how to break this up into traditional 3hree Things format (although I'm still going to try to clumsily do so), but I've watched this clip more than forty times, and it's not getting any less funny. I feel that it's my duty to share it with OCWeekly readers. It's just too good not to.
If you're eating or drinking as you're reading this, please stop. It's a safety hazard, as you might either damage expensive electronics or wedge a piece of cereal in your sinus cavity.
You've been forewarned.
And here it is...
I wonder if there's a way to spin this off into a sitcom. The guy on the left, Mike Siano, could be played by Jerry Ferrara (Turtle from Entourage). The guy in the middle, Jeremy Brisiell, could be played by Brendan Fraser (who, at this point in his career, might be more famous for this than anything else), and the know-it-all on the right, Cory Schwartz, could be played by Paul Giamatti. The chemistry and potential for character development here is undeniable. But since truth is almost always stranger (and more funny) than fiction, maybe we should just take the Fantasy 411 crew on a tour of the United States' natural disasters (hurricanes, tornadoes, noreasters, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions) in a Winnebago. It'd be like Storm Chasers meets Ghost Hunters, and probably more successful than the new Whitney Cummings show on NBC.
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If we take this show on the road, Giamatti's role really gets to expand. He could be a scene-stealer. It's an Emmy-worthy role.
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"Wow. Dude...that's a tornado. I've seen the movie Twister twice. Yeah, this is a tornado."
"This is what a tornado is."
"Did you know that tornado gusts have been recorded as high as 270 mph? If you were to step outside, the gusts could disrobe you, rip your arms and legs off, and throw your limbless body over half a mile, leaving you naked and helpless in a wind-battered pile of bloody and bruised agony covered by so much debris that nobody would hear your cries for help before you bled to death?"