One time I saw this thing on the internet and it was a guy on a bike and the words said ‘lyf is short, be a racist’. Obviously I have decided to apply these words into my daily life, which is why I have chosen to listen to something called Bombay Gun Runners.
Bombay Gun Runners by Dangerous Assignment, August 23, 1950
Thoughts While Listening
IT’S NATIONAL WHEATIES WEEK!!!
We are off to an excellent start already
So some guy just said “Yeah, danger is my assignment” and I’m not sure how the rest of this show is going to top that
The rest of the show topped it by having some other guy say “Ever done any snake-charming”?
The snake-charming reference is not only witty but also establishes the planned setting for this narrative in a manner that is attractive for all audience members
Why are snake charming, elephants and/or explosive diarrhoea always the go-to phrases for defining and/or describing India?
Seriously what are ya’ll eating when you come here? Who is giving you this food?
Illustrious Acquaintance says it’s racist and ignorant of me to say that so I’m sorry
Illustrious Acquaintance also feels maybe these folks need to eat more gourds
Anyway also there was some kind of clever talk about the main dude of the show being charming and ladies being snakes and hence snake-charming hahaha wow
This is going to be a fun show I guess
The action is going to take place in….oh come ON!
Disappointed that you would make up an entire Indian province and then give it a name like Kwalaani when you could have called it something really interesting and exotic like Kevin
Whatever it is and wherever this wondrous Indian province may be, it has a Maharaja- DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING WOW
ANYWAY. It looks like there was a fine, upstanding American man named Carter and he was allegedly selling farm machinery and then the Maharaja’s inspectors did surprise inspection and there were so many guns instead of farm machinery
And so, this fine, upstanding American was….idk, arrested? Tickled? Did someone give him diarrhoea?
Anyway it was all done on the evidence of one S. Gouda, a cheese imbued with questionable morals
This trope of having white people trapped in third world countries filled with colored folk and their colored ways and nobody speaking English OH MY seems to be a very frightening and popular one SORRY FOR MY RACISM
These dudes are saying that Gouda’s testimony sounded compelling but I also heard it and I say it sounded bananas
Gouda is hiding in Mumbai and wants to talk to one of their agents
I don’t actually know who “their agents” are
Some American white dude crime fighting outfit? I guess?
The main dude is named Steve, which is hilarious
I hope everyone on this show has funny names
HERE IS THE WHEATIES MAN FRANK MARTIN I HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A WHEATIES MAN OH WOW
So! Steve lands in Mumbai and books himself into a hotel which is next to Gouda’s rooming house, whatever that is, and down the road there is a building on fire but no one seems to care and actually someone died of the bubonic plague in that building so they are burning the whole building and everybody’s like nbd because that’s just how we do here OK THEN
Steve is talking to some dude in the rooming house. His accent sounds like he’s sleepy
So now we have met the infamous Gouda. His accent was not as sleepy
So just as Gouda was going to give Steve (lol) the name of the people who paid him off to give the false evidences, the door opened and Gouda was shot
It’s like an Agatha Christie wow
Gouda became Swiss cheese HAHAHAHAHA sry
I think Steve got hit on the head
Like, he said something hard connected with his ear? And then he said something about comets and the floor coming up to meet him? But I think he was just trying to say that he got hit on the head
Steve has come to, Gouda is dead (aw) the gun is in Steve’s hand, the ID bracelet is missing and the cops are coming
Did I not mention the ID bracelet? There was an ID bracelet
I think Steve jumped out the window and hit somebody
Now he’s back in his hotel room
Now it’s the next morning
Time really moves fast in India
Steve is hungry so he goes downstairs and a man in a turban (BECAUSE IT’S INDIA) starts yelling like oh my god that’s the guy the cops are looking for. His accent sounds like Speedy Gonsalvez
All round interesting interpretations of Indian people speaking English
I guess Steve is running again and he is flabbergasted that the turbaned dude knew who he was
He has now slipped into a Chinese restaurant
The proprietor’s accent is like someone beating you over the head with a lead pipe and screaming THIS PERSON IS SUPPOSED TO BE CHINESE OK? LAUGH MOTHERFUCKER! LAUGH AT THE CHINESE DUDE
This whole exchange is really horrible
So anyway, I think the sleepy guy at the rooming house is an art student so he drew a sketch of Steve which is now in all the papers
Rooming house sounds like a house where all the rooms engage in some kind of activity that we can’t do because we aren’t rooms
Steve has now spotted an ad in the paper that says Bundara (WHAT IS THAT THO) and there is a picture of a crest which was also on the ID bracelet which I forgot to mention earlier so Steve goes to see the Bundara (IS IT A PERSON PLACE OR THING) and the door swings open and then a gong went off
Why a gong tho?
Of all the bizarre stuff that has just happened, why am I asking about the gong?
So I guess Bundara (IT’S A PERSON!) is standing behind him
Because he is everywhere
Bundara is a Dr. Seuss book
A Mrs. Trevelyan, with what I assume is supposed to be an English accent, has entered
This is the weirdest depiction of Mumbai I have ever heard
Steve has left now
He has accosted some girl who saw his picture in the paper and was just about to call the cops
She seems to be American
She’s tired of this stinking place and she’s broke and she wants to go home WELL DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD LORD SPLIT YA
They are now going to her place because she lives alone so that is a good reason to go there
Despite being broke, she seems to have a nice place
ALL THIS SEEMS TO BE HAPPENING IN MUMBAI IN THE 1950s WHAT IS LIFE NO REALLY WHAT THE HECK IS IT
Steve is just going to stay there because expats like to stick together in India
IT’S NATIONAL WHEATIES WEEK
I think Steve has just got up from a nap
This girl seems to like him now? I guess?
It’s a double game maybe?
Ya double game only
All that needs to happen between these two right now is the lady needs to say ‘falling for you wasn’t part of the plan’
Steve is venturing out again
Steve comes and he goes
He is like Ruby Tuesday
Someone’s following Steve
It’s the guy with the turban from the hotel lobby
His name is Arnold
Illustrious Acquaintance says it’s probably supposed to be Ahmed but I say it’s Arnold
I think Steve just hit Arnold and now he’s running
Steve has hit a lot of people
Steve is now going into Bundara’s house via an open window and then a gong (WHY A GONG THO) went off and then Steve ran away again
Steve is in a car now? Idk
It’s a truck sry
A policeman tried to search the truck but the truck guy was like there is a dead body that had plague in here so the policeman was like ew go away and then Steve was like hay that was an awesome lie my guy and the truck guy was like no its true there’s a dead plague body there haha I guess
Carol is breathlessly happy to see Steve
Also I forgot to say the lady’s name is Carol
Steve has discovered a bracelet with the crest on it like what that other guy had the one whose name is not Banderas
You know, I forgot how all this started and what is going on
Carol is the bad guy! Even though she’s a girl!
I think Carol gave him a poisoned drink and then Steve was dead but then he was not dead because he threw the drink out the window which sucks for whoever was out the window
IT’S FUCKING NATIONAL WHEATIES WEEK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
“Wheaties at 7 can help at 11”
What does that mean?
Illustrious Acquaintance thinks it’s about pooping
Thoughts After Listening
Sometimes a story is set in a place but the place doesn’t matter and it’s just there because someone felt like it and the place doesn’t seem like the real place it allegedly is supposed to be because again, someone felt like it. This is one of those stories. Happy National Wheaties Week you beautiful, beautiful bastards.