"I have only one request of you, my son,"

"I have only one request of you, my son," he said, his eyes bearing down on the child like anvils, "avenge me, should I die in battle." "Dad, you're only picking up milk."

Dad didn't reveal the truth, fearing for his son's life. Little Tommy didn't realize that Killer Cow was under the kitchen table, squeezing Dad's balls. "Drink the milk NOW, dammit

!" Dad shouted as he thumped his giant fist on the kitchen table. Little Tommy drank his glass of milk and pranced off into the lounge room. The Killer Cow kicked the kitchen table

into Marge for the last time. She turned around and pulled a giant knife out of her sweats. The Killer Cow raised the laser cannons in its udders. Marge grabbed her make up mirror

and applied 'shimmering violet vomit' lip gloss. The extreme sheen of the gloss reflected Killer Cow's udder lasers, blinding her. Marge plunged the knife between the cow's horn

solo and Assaulter Pig's jangly post-punk guitar lick. Killer Cow's udder light show distracted the concert crowd from her death. Marge shimmied up the curtain with the knife as

free of the dead shark's teeth. She glanced up at his knife and admired it openly. She ran her thumb along it's back edge and drew blood. His eyes dared her to kiss it. She sucked

at trying to impress strange men, and decided to just flip him the bird. But being under the sea, she had to flip him the manta ray, instead. Meanwhile, her bleeding thumb had

attracted sharks. They swarmed her but she was no fool she led them to the hot stud she had wanted to impress. Surely he would protect her. Oh well there are more fish in the sea.