Zee and Neb v. CLOSING LOGOS
Zenon Karr and Nebula Wade were in the shopping mall when it closed on them, as they were looking for liquid latex. They were the only souls in there at the time, and they didn't know that a bunch of miscreants were breaking in the mall to find their sorry asses.
The monsters came in through the front door: three dark purple Viacom V's of Doom and two V's of Steel, a Lorimar Line of Doom, six red and black Screen Gems S's from Hell, a Universal Rolling Globe, a Closet Killer driven by the music of Dominic Frontiere, Ubu, and the MTM Kitten.
Zee and Neb had stolen some of the black liquid latex and painted each other with it. Ubu sniffed them out, and used telepathy to say, "Logos! Here they are!" And he mounted Zee and did her doggie-style as the MTM Kitten jumped on Neb and scratched off some of the latex, exposing quite a bit.
Then came the V's and S's to chase them into the food court with their synth brasses and violins, among other funky sounds. One of the S's grew some arms and pinched Zee's ass. Then a purple V started flirting with her. Zee was screaming at the thought, then a couple S's did her doggie-style twice. And then three V's pounded their big steel or cardboard Mr Happys in that wonderful hole.
The S's and V's laughed their evil laughs, and then ran off as the Universal Globe came to crush the two idiots. They ran into JC Penney to hide from the rolling globe as it flattened store displays.
Zee and Neb ended up in the dressing rooms, and they had a little, um, scatfest, in there. Ubu could easily find them with that major crap smell. And he did. He called up the Line of Doom with a bark.
The Line wrapped around the two idiots who took dumps on the dressing room floor and attached itself to the walls twice. And then Dominic Frontiere's Paramount jingle came over the PA system.
This, in turn, signaled the CLOSET KILLER, who came out of the cubicle next to the Line of Doom-ensnared twits and stabbed them with his big ol' butcher knife. But then he stepped in the big pile of shit and angrily pureed their punk asses.
The closing logos and Closet Killer ran off into the sunset of that summer day to go to their lair so they could brag about their catch.
The end!
Zenon Karr and Nebula Wade were in the shopping mall when it closed on them, as they were looking for liquid latex. They were the only souls in there at the time, and they didn't know that a bunch of miscreants were breaking in the mall to find their sorry asses.
The monsters came in through the front door: three dark purple Viacom V's of Doom and two V's of Steel, a Lorimar Line of Doom, six red and black Screen Gems S's from Hell, a Universal Rolling Globe, a Closet Killer driven by the music of Dominic Frontiere, Ubu, and the MTM Kitten.
Zee and Neb had stolen some of the black liquid latex and painted each other with it. Ubu sniffed them out, and used telepathy to say, "Logos! Here they are!" And he mounted Zee and did her doggie-style as the MTM Kitten jumped on Neb and scratched off some of the latex, exposing quite a bit.
Then came the V's and S's to chase them into the food court with their synth brasses and violins, among other funky sounds. One of the S's grew some arms and pinched Zee's ass. Then a purple V started flirting with her. Zee was screaming at the thought, then a couple S's did her doggie-style twice. And then three V's pounded their big steel or cardboard Mr Happys in that wonderful hole.
The S's and V's laughed their evil laughs, and then ran off as the Universal Globe came to crush the two idiots. They ran into JC Penney to hide from the rolling globe as it flattened store displays.
Zee and Neb ended up in the dressing rooms, and they had a little, um, scatfest, in there. Ubu could easily find them with that major crap smell. And he did. He called up the Line of Doom with a bark.
The Line wrapped around the two idiots who took dumps on the dressing room floor and attached itself to the walls twice. And then Dominic Frontiere's Paramount jingle came over the PA system.
This, in turn, signaled the CLOSET KILLER, who came out of the cubicle next to the Line of Doom-ensnared twits and stabbed them with his big ol' butcher knife. But then he stepped in the big pile of shit and angrily pureed their punk asses.
The closing logos and Closet Killer ran off into the sunset of that summer day to go to their lair so they could brag about their catch.
The end!