I am a buissnes man, my name is Omega and

I am a buissnes man, my name is Omega and I like to do buissnes related activities 98% of the day, the other 2% I like to do things involving fast and quick

salsa, it's my favorite brand. However, I opened up a a bistro in New York city, I recieved death threats from the company. They claimed I stole their secret recipe. Salsa hitmen

showed up at my door step the next day and I quickly jumped out the back window. As the hitmen pursued me, I dove into the sewer to find myself soon wrestling an alligator. Then,

there was an enormous slug. It's slimy secretions covered me. It's jellylike mass rolled over me & I felt like I was suffocating, but then I remember the salt pellets in my pocket

so I pulled them out and tore off the tops, sprinkling a little salt over the slugs body. He then began to

to tear the wings off flies. We were engaging in youthful torture of small creatures. At first they felt goofy, but then the sweet evil formed a bond between them and

they felt goofily evil, like Tim Curry. Tearing wings off flies was just the start of their goofy evilness. Their next wacky, sinister plan was

to to lead the children out of town by the intricately evil but wacky scheme having street performers sing sub-standard renditions of Cher-songs. This resulted in the City Council

passing a law that half-breeds counted for two demographics and should therefore pay twice as many taxes but vote less. "Ah, they're just poor," the politicians said.