the worst rendition of lionel richie's "dancing on the ceiling" i have ever seen. mock commentator: whoooaa! jo: thank god he fell through the same aisle that carries canes. mock commentator: and a cane... shoot, that's convenient. jo: now limp the ( bleep ) out of here ! mock commentator: ow ! oh, that hurts. brad: you broke into a pharmacy, dude. get an ace bandage, get some vicodin, and take the cash register. do i have to do everything around here ? mock commentator: dang, let me go over-- oh, shoot. verne: get some morphine-- you know, do it up. demerol, of all things. you know, get the good ( bleep ). mock commentator: ooh, eee... narrator: but rather than stocking up, he aborts the burglary and leaves the store... mock commentator: oh, man, this is not a productive day. narrator: empty-handed. chuck: he's crawling out of the store on all fours, maybe because he really at that point realized how humiliating this whole thing was for him. "let me just crawl out of here. "i can't even walk out like a man." ( man screaming ) narrator: in addition to the man-shaped hole in the ceiling, pol