Unlike most orphans, may parents were still

Unlike most orphans, may parents were still alive and living in a dingbat in Bayoone, New Jersey. Now you might wonder what a dingbat was doing in New Jersey but I'd say you are ri

ght. But I am trying to do that by killing less people than the others. I will be more selective in my targets. If my parents got away with it I can only do better. I remind them

of that, at least. I am only human, after all. My hands have been stained with blood, but all I can do is wash them, and move onto my next target.

I knew that if I completed the list of hits. That they would release the hostages. Fifi, Buttercup, Fluffy and Fido. I couldn't wait to see them all. I moved on to John Hancock's

football helmet full of cottage cheese, naked pictures of Bea Arthur, a sweet guitar and an oversized novelty baby bottle. It is as if they are establishing an insanity plea

or having a Scavenger hunt on the planet Bluptune. They had displayed their strange and wonderful items on the lawn of the governor's mansion and were soon arrested and put in

a mysterious smelling orange mush. They pinched their noses and gulped it down out of starvation and fear of the ugly alien guards staring them down. The guards then led them

To the orange room where they were to make the same orange mush for sale at grocery stores and they thpugjt of calling it electric kola. The leader of the aliens was a genius.

Thus, Tang was born. They probably should have thought through that name a bit more carefully, though.