The cyborg entered the decompression chamber.

The cyborg entered the decompression chamber. He felt along the wall until he sensed where the audio-intercept device was installed. A mini-torch from his finger

blared to life in the darkness. The remaining humans would have to be disposed of. Of that he no longer had any doubts. But one thing stuck in his mind.

"How'd the jelly get in the jelly donut?" This question troubled his ponderous consciousness. Maybe if the humans could provide an answer, he might spare a few.

Of course Parfait the friendly Pervert knew how to get jelly inside donuts. He was a happy, non-evil pervert. He didn't rape or peep & only enjoyed genuine sexual art. Sell THAT.

"I can't sell that," the gallery manager told Parfait. "It's out of style, 2, maybe 3 seasons. Today's erotic art" -- she looked ecstatically into the art distance -- "should punch

through the calm facade of your vanilla existence and stretch your mind until it's almost ready to snap. Your art is too tame for today's taste. They want erotic art that sends

chills down the spine. You sit there for hours. Suddenly, it comes! A giant phallic chainsaw! However, you did not know how to draw power tools, only phallic symbols. Now, you have

you're drawing phallic pizza, phallic ashtrays, phallic swimming pools...everything that would never be phallic is now phallic...but you don't know how to draw a phallic chainsaw.

With a twinkle in my eye and a smirk on my face I replied, "Like the gayest superhero in the world"