Well, we're a few seconds into the sketch and Brak hasn't said anything.
Ghost:
That's because nobody's given him any lines.
Zorak:
You mean ... he can't say anything?
Ghost:
If it's not in the script, it's not on his lips. Teeth. N-no lips. Eh, eh,
no. What are those things?
Zorak:
I think they're teeth.
Ghost:
Brak, it's your mouth. What are they?
(Brak sits silently)
Ghost:
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, I forgot. No talky for Braky!
Zorak:
Yeah, no talky for Mister
funny-I-can-say-anything-and-people-will-laugh-because-I'm-so-stupid-and-loveable
guy.
Ghost:
Mister fan mail!
Zorak:
Mister where's-Brak-at-the-autograph-session?
Ghost:
Mister butt-in-on-my-radio-interview!
Zorak:
Yeah! Let's get him!
Ghost:
Wait, wait, wait. Can't you see? His silence is the writers' attempt at throwing
us a bone! They're trying to appease us! Well, I just want to tell you that-
(split screen showing Space Ghost and Zorak)
Ghost & Zorak:
IT'S NOT WORKING!
Zorak:
We've got your number, writer boy!
Ghost:
Yeah, and we'll be calling it and calling it and telling you your refrigerator's
running and asking about your Prince Albert in his can.
Zorak:
Yeah. We're gonna ring your doorbell and run!
Ghost:
You'll be sorry you crossed us, mister sparky-writes-us-little!
Zorak:
What he said! Jerky!
(Brak is silent for several seconds, then finally shows signs of life)
Brak:
M-man, whatta buncha soreheads, you'd think they'd thank me for makin' the
show so funny. M-man. Stupids.