6/22/04 by scott

Way way up in his ivory 'High Horse' tower, he watches the battle brewing below and thinks to himself in a voice that kind of rises and then falls in pitch like Kevin James trying his Kevin Jamesiest to be Jackie Gleason, "What this party needs is a fuckin' arch-villian that refers to himself in the third person and brings the pain with sentences that don't stop, yo, don't stop, yo, don't stop-a stop-a stop-a stop-a stop, yo, come on!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

He's been through all this before in the battle against Treehead for, and then later against, the planet of the bunny-fur coochies. It always ends up the same. With hurt feelings and hurt bodies, and then eventually, John Hurt, who presents the medals for second and third place simultaneously. No, he will not let this all happen again. You see, he posesses the uniquely unequalled ability to fall asleep, enter a dream-state, and then wake himself up without an alarm any time up to an hour after he fell asleep.

DUN-DUN-DUNNOWWWW!!!!

So form your lops and fight your lops, it matters not. Because just when you think it's safe to eat breakfast, the world's most evil arch-villian is out there somewhere, taking a nap, ready to wake himself up in less than an hour and stumble over to kick your asses!



I dunno. I got nothin'.