SPEAKER_00 0:12

Do you believe in aliens and then they have records?

SPEAKER_01 0:26

I just saw Project Caroline. One was a rock, he could talk, he could walk. I ate popcorn as I watched. Everybody in the theater was shocked. It was a rock, he could talk, he could walk. If Green Man came, it'd never be the same.

SPEAKER_03 0:58

Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in aliens? It's a heck of a question. That's alien for each show. I remember studying alien when I was young. Fucking math, English, history, fucking Latin, and alien. They're like, are you gonna take fucking alien two and three when you're a fucking sophomore and junior? My response. They're like, what the fuck did you just say to us? And I said, Of course I am. My language skills are high above the planet! Eekshow.show, Instagram, info at eekshow.show, the everlonging question. Are aliens among us? Disclosure day may just answer that question. And I'll be in the theater potentially later tonight, dressed as a fucking futuristic neon green alien. A $5,000 suit with full fucking squiggly legs, a neck stretching fucking device, a large fucking bulbous, hairless head with black, soulless eyes. And I'll have my fucking levitation device to suck out the crowd when I plan on fucking beaming them up to my fucking Eek Show ship! Aliens. Do you believe in aliens? Do you think they're real? Have they always been real? Could aliens be as simple as something that's fucking like a tiny fucking squid that lives down in fucking the abyss of fucking the ocean? Maybe it's reverse. Maybe aliens don't come from the fucking sky or space. Maybe they come from the abyss in the ocean. Scratch that, reverse it, flip it upside down. Huh? Have you ever thought of that? Maybe we should be looking down instead of up. There's two sides to the seesaw. Someone who's fucking joyously no longer using their strength or weight and just gliding with gravity up in the sky on the one side of the seesaw while the other is just about to extraneously use their foot, ankle, and leg muscles on the ground. And that is down. Imagine it's as simple as how did you figure out to look below instead of up, figuring out maybe where aliens are coming from? Well, I figured it out by being on the seesaw. The old school fucking joyous little fucking playground ride that I used to fucking piss my pants every time I was on it. The teacher fucking pushing me up and down, and I just laughed in her face, knowing I was urinating in my diaper. Change me up and give me some fucking grape jelly. Should have had fucking grape jelly in those little baby food containers. I suck that right out of them. Aliens, man, it's a long time fucking argument. They may even just be among us. Right? Working golf courses and fucking up our fucking tea shots. Maybe that's why I can't fucking get it down the fucking fairway. Goddamn aliens again! Every time I'm off the tee and I fucking slice or I fucking hook. Or I muff a fucking shot. I'm gonna be like, the fucking aliens, man! They're the ones doing this! It's not me, it's the fucking aliens. The other three in my fourth room are like, what this who the fuck is this guy? Oh wait, no, no, no, no, he's with the Eeks Show, man. I I fucking believe him. Maybe that's what it is. Eek Show doesn't fucking tell lies, he doesn't fucking spread fucking the false narrative. Eekshow is fucking tight, man. He's fucking cinema. Aliens may just be walking amongst us with fucking x-ray vision and fucking lizard skin underneath their regular fucking fake fucking human skin. Just like in that show V. It's dating myself, but it's a big giant red fucking V. Five. Ho ho! Roman numerals. They're like, how do you how do we really want to scare people with this show? Let's let's put a giant fucking Roman numeral of the number five in red and uh have it like kind of slightly dripping, you know, so they won't know if it's five or it's the letter V for visitors. Aliens may not be visiting. Maybe we're visiting them. Maybe they've been here living down in the abyss as fucking squids and all their fucking little tentacles are fucking little tiny babies that grow further and make fucking delicious fucking calamari. Some fucking hot peppers and some fucking room allod. Hopefully you have some room for laud. Oh, people at the pool outdoors, huh? Very nice. Enjoy your fucking urine swim. You're swimming in a fucking cesspool. Take a dip in the peak, yeah. P dip. Fucking salt water. Fucking tinted yellow, fucking the Y pool. Fucking it might be more sanitary to swim in a goddamn fucking puddle. Jesus Christ. You know the fucking Y pool has fucking gallons of fucking urine going into it with the kids. Just fucking. Remember being a kid, you don't even fucking want to go to the bathroom. You're just like, fuck it. I'll just piss in the pool. You get that little fucking slight cold feeling at the end, but you're done and you're just like, oh kid as a guy, anyways. I don't know if girls did it, but fucking. Trust me, every boy, not only are you fucking peeing in the pool, you're fucking pissing in the shower, too. And if you're fucking got, you know, like solid, if you're a fucking athlete, you usually try to aim it down the drain. Then you get the lazy people that just probably just piss on the wall. Jay Giles band, bow bow bow bow, bone chi-chi bong, piss on the wall. Look it up. That's a real song. If you're older, you probably know it. If you're younger, you have no fucking idea what I just referenced. But you know, you understand the peeing in the pool thing. I guarantee you understand that. You're probably listening on your headphones, taking a fucking piss in the pool right now. Fucking summertime, just pissing in the pool. You could walk right over to the toilet. It's not far away from you. Aliens fucking don't use toilets. They regenerate their own piss and it's fucking hydration.

SPEAKER_02 8:55

Aliens.

SPEAKER_03 8:57

Just imagine me sitting in that movie theater tonight. Fucking. My suit is just double life size, so whoever's behind me can't fucking see the screen. But they don't want to say anything to me, man. They don't want to get their fucking brain sucked out of their skull by my fucking reverse gravitation fucking sucker device. And I don't eat fucking popcorn. I just fucking slurp this neon red glob that I made at home. It's like fucking cherry jello, and I put fucking all the contents after I've cracked those lights, the red ones, and just poured that mixture into the jello, so it's like glowing jello. I'm just fucking eating fucking glowing jello throughout the movie. They're like, holy shit. Not only is it an alien, it's fucking eek show, eekshow's not from this planet. Meanwhile, they don't know that I am from this planet, that I've lived here for thousands of years. The eek show is ancient. The eek show's been around since the dinosaurs. Dinosaurs used to wear fucking headphones and listen to my fucking show. T-Rex would be like, fucking Bronosaurus had a he spoke a little bit of English. He'd be like, I also like each other. Dinosaurs, I mean, why not call them fucking aliens? Dinosaur is just a word. We hear the word alien, and our brain associates that with unknown. Fucking UFOs. All the fucking sightings are like split-second sightings, and they have to slow things down. I'm sure. Like, uh, you ever think they just might be fucking devices that are made by other fucking brilliant people like fucking Elon Musk, who just became a fucking trillionaire? Yo, uh, Elon, you gonna uh can you pay for us for the movies tonight? Uh for the disclosure day? Fucking, you know, it's getting expensive. It's like 15 bucks, and uh I'm gonna take my daughter as well and get the double fucking popcorn drink deal.

SPEAKER_02 11:11

He's like, I don't know, man.

SPEAKER_03 11:13

I don't know if I can afford that. It's just uh it's kind of fucking if I pay that 30 to 50 bucks, it's kind of charity, you know. I'd rather fucking just donate it. It's like, hey, fucking musk. Not only could he buy our tickets, but he could fucking he might be able to buy the United States. He could buy the whole fucking country. Like a trillion. I just saw this morning, 1.3 trillion. He could pay off the national debt. I don't even know what the national debt is. It's probably something I fucking should know of, but I gotta be honest, I don't have any fucking clue about the national debt. All I know is that I'm not contributing to it. I'm not creating fucking debt. I pay my fucking credit cards off. I'm paying my fucking loan. I guess I am part of the debt. Ah, you know what? I just the eek show just fucking stepped in his own shit. I do have a home loan. No. Somebody fucking come pay off my house. I can fucking don't have to fucking I'm not gonna edit that, but I could just say, you know what? Somebody paid my loan after my Eekshow slip up. And that fucking that full statement now is 100% accurate. I don't need to edit fucking brilliance. Aliens! Did you watch fucking X-Files growing up? Did you watch fucking V? Have you seen fucking signs? I did an episode on M night and one of my little fucking rat bitch friends. He didn't even talk about signs. It's been one of his best movies. Well, aren't you a fucking brilliant fucking mind that didn't read the fucking show details? You were told by the bullfrog, but no ho. You're too busy to read the fine print. Fucking read the fine print, God! Oh fucking two birds making out on a fucking Audi. I just saw them fucking kissing. Two birds making out. I think I saw fucking what are those? Sparrows? I saw sparrow tongue. Sparrows getting fucking after it on an Audi and dropping fucking white shit bombs on the fucking windshield as well. Make out session, drop a deuce and fucking fly off. Oh, that is a fucking gorgeous fucking morning. That's not even made up. I just saw that whole fucking thing. That's a fucking real for a fucking Instagram. Fucking sparrow fucking sex and fucking shit.

SPEAKER_02 14:02

Ooh, um yeah.

SPEAKER_03 14:08

Oh yes. The alien sightings.

SPEAKER_02 14:12

We saw a fucking UFO, yeah.

SPEAKER_03 14:15

And it was a fucking big giant fucking drone or a fucking piece of fucking cardboard spray painted silver because some kid decided to dress up as fucking the tin man for Halloween and that got caught up in a fucking hurricane storm and the fucking glittering silver piece of fucking cardboard that sort of was the box that he put around his body. It's just gotten up into the fucking level of the atmosphere where it hasn't fallen back to the ocean yet to fucking pollute the ocean further to kill fucking fish. It's a fucking spaceship. It's a fucking sliver of cardboard that got up and that got caught in the wind. The Halloween costume. It's a fucking spaceship and we we videoed it. Yup, it looks like a fucking piece of cardboard when you slow it down for like really super duper slow motion. Maybe that is cardboard. Yeah, uh-huh. The unexplainable. I want fucking proof, okay? I want an alien to show up at my home. Show up with fucking course you gotta bring something. Bring some of their fucking alien fucking. I love fucking pie. I want alien pie. They show up. I want them to sit in our home before they fucking liquidate us. Share a fucking dinner. I'll make fucking spaghetti and meatballs. That's kind of alien-ish, right? Little squiggly fucking tentacle style noodles and fucking meatballs that look probably a bit like their fucking inner retina inside their big black hole eyes. And fucking sauce, you know? Fucking, they don't know what red is. They only know it by based on fucking movies and facts, everything to do with aliens. You first think of green, neon green. That's why I'm fucking dressed as a goddamn alien, eating fucking, you know, light stick, glow fucking cherry fucking jello in my fucking movies premiere tonight. I mean, shit. I want that alien fucking saying a prayer. My daughter looks at him like, what the fuck is going on? And I'm like, eat your fucking spaghetti and your fucking green beans. My dad used to fucking, you're gonna eat all your fucking vegetables, and I'm gonna fucking scuff them up your ass. I ate them. Let's just say that that worked. That type of threat at my age, that worked. I ate the I ate the vegetables. I can the alien sitting at the table, and I'm like, you know, he's fucking just he like puts his middle finger that's like, you know, a squiggly long finger, and he touches the food and like it starts sucking up through the finger into his fucking body, and the whole he eats the whole plate, the table, all of our plates just liquidate and fucking drain into his body, and I'm like, yo, alien bitch! I'm fucking hungry. You know, I wanted the garlic bread most. The fucking alien just fucking sucked it all up. Do you think the government covers up aliens really, or is it just for more eyes, more eyeballs, more interest? Is anything that doesn't make sense actually fucking real? Is it real? Does shit happen for fucking like just random reasons? Or is it all fucking predetermined or is it faith? Signs, right? Signs all around us. Do you believe from the movie M. Night Shyamalan? Do you believe that everything's just chance or that it's a sequence of events that if you did this, this is why things happen? The whole premise of that movie is all the little ticks and signs that go on through the movie, including actual signs, you know, things that show up around the house, the the girl leaving the fucking glasses of water around, the kid having asthma and his throat closing up. Merrill, the fucking young, I think it's his brother, right? Yeah, his brother being a baseball player, and the wife who ends up dying because she went for a walk that specific night, based on the guy who hit her, ended up knowing how the aliens can be defeated. Like how water that they don't like it. And that same guy ends up telling the fucking woman's husband that they don't like water. And then his brother has the bat that he hit the fucking home run with back before he was gonna become a professional baseball player hanging on the wall when the alien came to liquidate them, suck up all their fucking dinners. The thing I love about that movie is they all fucking wanted to. He's like, we can have whatever whatever you want tonight. Fucking your favorite fucking foods. I know one of them had a fucking bacon burger, the other one had mashed potatoes and a maybe teriyaki chicken, spaghetti and meatballs. It was fantastic. I love that scene. No Gibson starts freaking out and getting pissed at him because he's like, I don't believe in the Lord anymore. I don't believe in faith. I'm I've lost my faith. The guy's a fucking priest, and he's like, everybody's kind of getting mad at him. The kid's like, I hate you. And I'm like, oh, now this I can fucking relate with, you know? Hate at the dinner table? Now we're talking eek show style. This isn't fucking alien. This is real life. It is fucking goddamn sauna right now. Sauna. And he starts eating everybody's food. He's like, fine, I'll fucking try everybody's. Just starts ripping through people's food. I love that. Just build a fucking mountain of fucking your last meal on earth and just put it all on my plate, and I'd fucking gobble it all up. The whole movie is about signs equal new signs equal signs that equal why the outcome is what it's gonna be. Or is it just chance? Is it just luck? Was it just lucky that all those glasses of water were there? Where fucking Merrill ends up smashing the fucking glasses of water on the alien and it starts melting them. I think it's it could potentially could be like predetermined. It's not total luck. To me, that's what that fucking scene really brings home. I I would say I'm uh have faith. Uh I think there's some sort of extraterrestrial life, but I think it's like a fucking squid. I think it's a fucking mutant amoeba somewhere. It's it's uh disease that's alien. You know, maybe some sort of like tiny little fucking space drop came from fucking Zorbon and found its way to our planet and like infected a squid and uh, you know, and someone eats that fucking squid in a delicious fucking serving of calamari, and then they become, you know, they fucking start birthing little squids. I think it's gonna be more like unexplainable like that. I don't think it has anything to do with human or life that's traveled here from another planet. We're we're we're a highly advanced fucking race. We haven't even been able to replicate going to the moon since what? Fucking 70s, early 70s? There's no fucking way that other fucking creatures or things are fucking finding their way here and not being detected. Come on, man. Government files like this all fucking Dog shit. They can't even fucking put together fucking basic facts that like can explain why fucking cell phones fucking drop dead zones. You know, like fucking why does cell phone coverage drop in certain areas and not others? I mean it should be able to fucking work consistently. To me, that's a huge piece of it. I'm trying to keep it down because this fucking skinny fucking mutant just fucking walk by me. I I I actually fucking see an alien right now. So I'm only gonna describe it. It's got fucking course it's got fucking leggings, fucking yoga pants, fucking melted fucking over fucking over saturated tan skin. It's one of those styles. I think it's gotta be a fucking alien. I can see it walking into the fucking, it's gonna go fucking disintegrate everybody in the Y. I'm gonna walk into a fucking Y filled with fucking just liquid fucking humans. But I'll fucking finish my workout anyways. I'll fucking power through the glop. Just fucking first time ever be like, oh, some guy down the eat show style was in the fucking local Y down south and the guy fucking just worked out through fucking a whole bunch of just gooey fucking human residue all over the Y. The guy finished his workout and broke the fucking five-mile time on a fucking inclined treadmill. Aliens. If you believe in aliens, fucking good for you. I want proof. Okay? I want you to bring a fucking dead alien body to my home. And I want you to clean up the mess that the alien that had dinner at my home created. We never had we never got to have dessert. We had no table. Fucking motherfucker. I'll let you know how disclosure day is. The fucking one thing I noticed is fucking all kinds of summer fucking movies coming out. Odyssey, Chris Nolan. I mean, that one I'll probably dress up as that. I saw the trailer. I don't really I don't know the story by heart, but the big giant fucking mutant monster with a big head. I'll try to dress up as him when I go see that. There's other fucking fantastic movies coming out. The undoing of the social network, social, it's like the social unrest. It's about the negativity of Facebook versus the creation of Facebook. The guy who made the social network. It's the same guy who's making this movie. It looks really good. The fucking Kendall Roy from fucking Succession is the main actor in it who's playing Zuckerberg. The guy from The Bear is in it. Everybody loves that show. I have never seen the bear. I don't want to see a bear fucking get eaten by a grizzly. Yeah, stop fucking eating my legs. You go for a fucking hike and you're trying to enjoy your life, and a bear fucking chews off your lower body.

SPEAKER_02 25:12

That's fucking. How is the hiking show? I don't have my legs anymore.

SPEAKER_03 25:22

Fucking bears. All kinds of fucking just massive movies coming up. That I know. The new Spider-Man. I think the fucking Doomsday is coming out. Dr. Doom? I mean, I definitely dress up as that. I'm gonna see if I can go to the doctor and have the doctor operate on my body and just create this metal face for me and wear the fucking kind of green hood. Get the full-plated fucking bodysuit and just fucking you know, smash through the side of the wall right after the trailers for that one. Everybody's like, oh, it's Dr. Doom! And now that there's one fucking fan there, like, no, no, no, no, it's H man. This is his thing. He shows up to movies, dressed as one of the lead characters. This is fucking sick, man.

SPEAKER_02 26:15

The last thing I'll say is I remember uh hearing about like there was some alien abroads where they would like drill somebody's This is the Each Y'all.

SPEAKER_03 26:33

I hope you have a good week. See you soon.