Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please take your seats and securely fasten your seatbelts immediately. It's critical to remain calm. We're about to

make an emergency..." Captain Buster flipped off the intercom & smirked at copilot. Gutsman. The Captain dipped the control Yoke forward causing the 747 to

drop like a rock. Cptn Buster and Gutsman laughed. The quarter on Gutsman knee floated in the air. They leveled off. Coffee stirrers, papers, everywhere. Buster got on the intercom

Buster was happy and when Buster was happy, everyone was happy. It was pretty hard not to be happy when Buster was being an attention whore. Everyone loved Buster because

if they didn't, Buster would bust 'em. However, Buster was about the most unlovable attention whore EVER. His jokes were dumb. He was ugly. He smelled. He spit when he talked.

However, that Buster could JUGGLE. Anything, up to 17 of 'em. And mixed sets: ball, club, disc, fireclub, fireball, cleaver, fire cleaver, grenade, television, infant, fire infant,

Buster made videos on his youtube channel and they went viral, so much that he had a lot of subscribers. His mentor was jealous and created his own youtube channel! The revolutio

n wouldn't be Youtubed after all. Buster had to up the ante. He created his own Youtube ("BusTube") - just like YouTube, only just in text mode. VCs would go mad about his idea.

Data coverage in the jungle tunnels was minimal. Bustube provided more opportunity to coordinate and outwit the heavily armed interlopers. And that's how I met your Uncle Ho.