WW 1 was the chemists war, poison gas in

WW 1 was the chemists war, poison gas in the trenches. WW 2 the physicists war, atom bombs. WW3 will be the cyverneticists war, robot killing machines, WW4, the flint chippers war,

WW5 will be the shamans' war, WW6 will be the culmination of the biogeneticists' war, WW7 will be the War of Love, WW8 will be conducted by card games against the Annunaki,

and with WW9 still to be determined, Edwin Starr would remain relevant for centuries to come.

Edwin Starr was the great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grand nephew of Ken Starr. This made Edwin's appointment to the War Council of WW9

controversial. Immediately, he began inappropriate investigations into the private lives of Ku and Yit, the conjoined twins serving as POTUS and VP. With WW9 underway, Edwin Starr

Was still singing about war and why it was good for nothing. There was plenty of evidence of wrongdoing, but it had to be translated from Gibberish. That was a problem. Who dared

disturb the universe, in all of it's gibberish-filled nonsense? Who could tame the warlords, and teach the musicians newer, softer chords? Only one person, and her name was

Rubber Babs. She wasn't a person really, but a spirit who inhabited a Barbara Streisand full head mask. Rubber Babs could play the ukulele better than any other rubber mask in the

dumpster. Better than any rubber mask in all three dumpsters behind this abandoned Haggis Hut. Rubber Babs used her ukulele to pry open the dumpster's lid to get the lay of the lan

d, but oops! Her ukulele slipped and BOING she bounced off the side of the dumpster, BOING across the street onto a lightpost BOING and BOINGBOINGBOING until she was outta site!