Comedy in a Can, by Dickfart

"So I watched STAR WARS today," said Sheldon.

The live studio canned laughter track erupted into laughter and whooped and cheered.

"And I was like I can see Princess Leia's BAZINGAS!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," said Tidus.

"Who am I?" said the guy wearing glasses. "One does not simply exist in a fanfic."

"Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw," said Japanese Tidus.

"I am bitch. Hear me roar," said one of the interchangeable girls, idek.

But the live studio canned laughter track sure seemed to, for it exploded with breathless laughter and a few cult-like hoots and hollers.

Sheldon had to think for a moment, and then he said, "Bongzonga!"

The laughter from the canned laughter track was so fierce and mighty that everyone's television at home exploded. They exploded with such intensity that bits and pieces from the television showered viewers with metal and plastic shards at such a high velocity that it pierced everyone's skin like bullets.

When asked to be compensated for pain, suffering, and being at least forty percent broken TV beneath their skin, Sheldon visited them all and Bangzoonga'd them all with free t-shirts. It was a great honor.

The End