Deep in the swamps Le-Koro, the mighty Lewa, Toa of Air, was contemplating the proper way to pronounce his name. He wept and his liquid protodermis salt compounds landed upon the earthen mass, further bringing nutrients to the jungles' lush flora.

Tahu approached with a glass of Kellogg's Frosted Flakes. He took a shoveling hand of exactly twenty-and-a-half pellets. He brought the healthy morsels to his mouth and the sugary essence entered his tum tum.

Kopaka was there too. Feeling Toa of Ice angst with his iron lunchbox. He opened it using his Toa Toe. Then he eyed Tahu angrily as he noticed the Frosted Flakes journeying into his steamy innards. Kopaka drew his sword.

Lewa drew his axe.

Tahu drew a picture of George Costanza. Everyone worshipped it.

"I hate George Costanza," said Kopaka rudely and cold as ice. He was willing to sacrifice his love.

"I have a lot of problems with you people!" shouted Lewa. "And now, you're gonna hear about it!"

Tahu gasped, choked on the sharpest frosted flake, and broke his arm.

Kopaka liked the idea of Tahu's inconvenience, but he believed solely in ice.

Onua was there too.

He just was and there is nothing else to note.

Gali took an umbrella. She impaled a Poptart with it like this.

The Poptart bled real battle damage. Then we all knew it.

"What transpires?" asked Pohatu. He was striving for rock and roll (not the Mega Man brand, for Kopaka had banned all Capcom properties from Mata Nui).

"Guys, I'm here," said Onua.

"Hello, guy," said Tahu to Onua with acknowledgments of leadership qualities. Tahu had a really great behind.

Kopaka smirked at Tahu's rump power. "My rear is more handsome," said the wizard of snowy instances.

It was true. Everyone saw how grand Kopaka's fabled flingmakers were and they worshipped its essence. Kopaka was like a sloppy joe with the cheese of godly attributes.

A Nui Rama flew into view. Seven of the six Toa screamed. They saw the bee-like evildoer approach.

"I am an unkind person," said the Nui Rama.

"Holy duder," said Pohatu as he kicked the rock because…

E-KI-DO-NA! That's what I'm representin'.

Never seen a mic-hog spit like a menace.

"This is severely Dartmouth…" grumbled all of Kopaka's solid glute angst. He took of his sword and attacked with heart and righteousness.

"Nice righteous deed, Brother," said Lewa.

Lo, he still wept.

"Lewa, why the cry?" asked Gali with concerned eyes behind the mask of transparent collectors items.

"No," said Lewa and then he took out his scarf, wrapped it upon his gorgeous life, and strutted off to Hollywood to make millions.

"I was unaware that Mata Nui had a Hollywood!" said Pohatu with his cheering life.

Apparently, Pohatu was a pleb who had never played Backlot on the Lego website back in 2001.

"Good," said Onua. He delivered two slices of holographic meatloaf as a token of goodness and then sank back into the sewers to discuss dinner plans with Donatello and Raphael.

THE END