No splash: no gash, no armani: no punani, no dolce and gabanna: no sucking your banana

Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater else you’ll end up with a wet, critically injured baby.

I want to see how far you can push performance of the human body, and make the results compete against each other. All the bonkers whacky surgeries you can think of: limb lengthening, bone strengthening, replace their organs with bigger, stronger versions.

All the drugs: hgh, steroids, any performance enhancing substance you can pump into an athlete.

Have sports scientists raise children so that they’re born into a dedicated training regime for running or swimming.

Then make them compete against each other in the trans-human olympics. I want to see someone do the 100m in 3 seconds, I want to see someone not have to come up for air during the freestyle, I want someone to throw a javelin 2 miles, I want bioengineered mutants doing gymnastics routines

Anything from Dr. Octagonecologyst by Dr Octagon (Kool Keith)

The dense intricate rhyming structure mixed with the sci-fi jazz beats and the off the wall, juvenile lyrics are really unique and creative.

Byker Grove

Art Attack

Fawlty Towers