The superintendent of schools for the county

The superintendent of schools for the county was understanding, but had some general considerations. "I'm sorry -- The Martian Temple of Xrekhlior in Exile cannot rent our space."

"Think of the learning opportunities, cultural exchange.. When we open the portal to Mars & Xrekhlior arrives you & the pupils of your school district will be spared." The Superint

endant nodded, hypnotized by the electronic voice. "Your will is my command," the Superintendant murmured, trancelike, & guided the Martian recruiter to the playground. Xrekhlior

sat on the swing and began to zoom back and forth. "Whee!" Xrekhlior cried as he swang through the air. meanwhile, unbeknowst to Xrekhelior, the nearby superintendent regained his

hair through a series of transplants from a weird little Iranian dude who wanted the hair removed from his shoulders. It made the superintendent want a red sports car really

desperately. He knew it took a certain kind of asshat to zip around in a bright green sports car, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now it made him think of vomit

, though that was probably because of the amount of times his obnoxious high-speed antics had caused his passengers to throw up in the back, not because of the sports car's colour.

hot and black, just like Maybelline, but unlike her the coffee allowed Chuck Berry's lips to touch it. Meanwhile, Maybelline was motor-vating over the hill in a Coupe deVille.

That is where they were T-boned by Sally in her '65 Caddy. A Caddy bought for her by the Defendant who is pleading Sally would not let him ride in it. Poison Ivy is also involved.