Across the parched desert sand of the wasteland the motley army of vehicles come rolling - motorcycles, pick-up trucks, primitive dune buggies. All driven by a motlier assortment of vicious thugs; nomads and marauders forged from the refuse of humanity in a world gone to the blackest hell imaginable. Their leader is the Lord Humungus, a brutal, Herculean giant of a man whose hideously scarred face is forever concealed behind a white hockey mask.
At his side on his vehicle is the Toadie, a weasley, slimy little individual in spectacles and animal furs. Nearby, riding a motorcycle, is Wez, a creature of limitless sadism, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy.
The marauder army draws to a halt a short distance from their objective - a fortified compound whose walls are sealed and guarded by anxious figures. The Toadie jumps down from the Humungus' vehicle and strides across the sand before loudly announcing "Greetings from the Humungus! The Lord Humungus! The Warrior of the Wasteland!"
Activating a microphone, the Humungus' voice now booms out like that of some ferocious god:"Hear me! My supremacy is unchallenged...none dare oppose my will! So if you value your puny lives, you will giveus what we want...you will hand over to us your shrubberies! Fail to do so, and you will leave us no choice...but to say...'Ni'!" The response from the shrubbery manufacturers is stubborn silence. Enraged, the Humungus bellows "Very well...Ni! Ni! Ni!" The chant is quickly taken up by the rag-tag army.
"Nooo!" Toaduie yells.
Wez gets off his back, rushes over to him and say "No, it's 'Ni!'"
"Noo!"
"No, you're not doing it right. Listen: 'Ni'!"
"Ni!"
"Yeah, that's it! Ni! Ni!"
"Ni! Ni! Ni!"
They are all suddenly interrupted by a large cow being catapulted into the air from inside the compound. The animal completely flattens a dune buggy. The nearest marauders scatter, screaming "Run away! Run away!"