Beavis stared at the black screen as the credits rolled, the subtitles now simply reading: [UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS]
"Heh heh, it says the wind is 'howling,'" Beavis giggled. "Like a wolf. I’m a wolf! Awoo! Awoo! I’m the alpha of the living room!"
"Shut up, Beavis," Butt-Head said, slapping him across the skull. "You’re ruining the reading. This is like school, but without the part where the teacher tells me to stop touching myself." Beavis and Butt-Head Do the Universe subtitles ...
Beavis leaned in, mesmerized. The movie was Beavis and Butt-Head Do the Universe , but they weren't watching the picture anymore. They were reading the closed captioning. The screen flashed: [WIND HOWLING]
"No I’m not! I’m a... I’m a... sophisticated viewer of the arts!" Beavis countered, pointing at the screen. Beavis stared at the black screen as the
"Uh huh huh huh. It says 'squelch,'" Butt-Head muttered. "That’s what your mom sounds like when she walks. It’s like a secret message for perverts."
The flickering light of the 13-inch Zenith TV bathed the couch in a sickly blue glow. Beavis and Butt-Head sat in their usual state of slack-jawed grace, staring at a movie they had definitely stolen from the internet. Across the bottom of the screen, white text began to crawl. "You’re ruining the reading
"Boom," Butt-Head said flatly. "That was cool. We just read a whole movie. We’re like, geniuses now. We should get a library card so we can look at pictures of boobs in the medical books."