Eating an entire pound of pistachios all

Eating an entire pound of pistachios all at once was a poor decision. Poorer yet was Bob's decision to eat the shells too, as evidenced by the scratch marks they left on his

new 'Vette's leather interior after he projectile vomited all over the seats. Bob immediately flipped a bitch and headed back to the dealership. He'd be damned if he was going to

drive around in a car that smelled like puke. He had standards goddamnit. He wanted that new car smell, that magnificent aroma, orgasmic to the nostril.

But he didn't want just any new car. He wanted a fresh, white, blessed Pope mobile. he raced to the Vatican to try to try to look for a Vatican Super Honda, but instead he

wasn't allowed through the front gate. He had to settle for a used Yugo driven by a bishop from the Church of England. Maybe he could pimp it up to the level of the Popemobile. So,

he called the Vatican's office at MTV's headquarters and asked to speak to

the Pope's manager, Chuck. The pope's deal with Viacom had really screwed him over and he wasn't going to stand for it. Chuck was a hell of a negotiator and trying to get anything

apart from a resin cross or two was utter folly. Chuck's hard-ass negotiating skills were the best smokesreen. Nobody could find out about NINJA POPE!

but confused it with a croissant. Chuck's cover was blown. Captain Janeway shook her head at him disapprovingly, and with one coffee-fueled uppercut, knocked Norris's lights out.