Regional director #1: Hey! I have an idea! Let’s invite Barack Obama to our regional!
Regional director #2: Him? In this economy? Do you have any idea how much that will cost us? We’ll go broke!
Regional director #1: Okay, we’ll just get a guy who can do impressions of Obama.
After seeing Fred Armisen on the field…
Regional director #2: You idiot! We’re trying to save money, and you invite a CELEBRITY?!
Regional director #1: Hey, it could have been worse. Tina Fey was asking for twice as much.
[npoe]For those who don’t know, Fred Armisen does impressions of Barack Obama on SNL.[/npoe]
One Super Cell to rule them all, One Super Cell to find them,
One Super Cell to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where G14 penalties lie.
Saturday Night Live is always looking for new ideas or ways to twist old sketches into new and up to date material. Here we see Fred trying a new twist on the Land Shark idea by swimming with killer robots. Little does he know, the ball he is holding is like chumming for real sharks.
Narrator: “It’s time to check the nerd traps. Every week for six weeks, several of them are set up around the nation. After drawing blanks at some suggested locations, we go to the New York trap, the first one to actually be set up this week.”
Second narrator: “Yep, we got one! Now for the ki-- Wait a minute, that guy’s not a nerd! He’s not from New England!”
Narrator: “Dang. Unfortunately, there’s no escape once you’re in. That’s why we don’t enter the traps.”
Fred: Celebrity schmelebrity - give me that spandex-covered ball and get out of the way. My inner dork is rising. Let’s go lunatics, let’s go!! Let’s go lunatics, let’s go!!
MC: Fred - you’ve used up your time.
Fred, as he starts waving team flags wildly: But I’m just getting started… oh look, blue hair! Green hair! Pink hair! Where do I get that? Hey! Are those buttons?!
Fred was last seen being carried off the field, yelling for MOE, er, more.
Not content to merely impersonate a payload specialist, Fred Armisen decided to try his hand at robot impersonation. After 3 field resets he was informed that next time he would spend the match impersonating a trailer.
Fred was told repeatedly that he was not allowed to be on the field during the match, especially without safety glasses. “I don’t understand why; they’re only robots,” he argued.
And then it hit him, in the package of a super cell fired into his chest at 20mph, at close range.
“Oh”