A broken robot lay in the corner of the room,

with crisp, clear clanking strokes an object steps into moonlight shining through the kitchen window. An audible sound trickled out of this piece of metal with wires weaving in and

out of its gleaming surface. He stepped back into the shadow. It lurched towards the back entrance and disappeared from view. He made for the gun case in the den

-tist's study. To his dismay, the case was filled not with guns, but with gun-sized tubes of Crest Tartar Control with Breath Fresh Strips. "For the love of God!" he screamed, "Why

did I pick a dental hygenist for my middle man?" Meanwhile, on small island off Cuba, Doctor Trenchmouth, DDS chuckled in his volcano lair. "Fluoridation! the world over! soon

I will release Superstrain Cavity Bacteria hidden in all the Teeth Whitening products with the press of this button." Trenchmouth's Cuban Volcano cave shook, and he noticed that

the septic system was backing up. "Oops," Trenchmouth said. "Didn't mean for THAT to happen." He began to regret his choice in evil genius headquarters under a Cuban volcano.

"Sir, perhaps a volcanic eruption would release the sewage," said Gutterlips, brain-blasting aloud. Trenchmouth replied, "It is worth the risk of our doom. Prod the magma!" A large

WHOOSH followed, and then the magma spurted noisily out of the volcano's crater, spewing high into the air like a hundred euphimisms being uttered all at once. My god, it was

Neon green! Where's my iPhone when i have a photo op? The midgetvilla townspeople had not headed the warning, &didn't leave. You could hear the tiny screams, and me w/o my iPhone.