Thursday, July 20, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


The son of Silvah Surfah navigates the spaceways on a woofer made of Nth metal. Freestyling for vegemite and spitting out analog dooms for his master, Big Daddy Galactapus.

...And he wonders how many whack mcees he'll have to massacre on Mars.

"Number Five is alive, Number Five is alive!"
-Johnny Five