The Midterminator was from the future, he

The Midterminator was from the future, he was cold, calculating and could not be reasoned with.

Much like the Soup Nazy was but with no clam chowder.

Elaine clenched her teeth & swung her long curly hair over her shoulder, hitting the Soup Nazi in the mouth. His jaws clamped her hair, jerking Elaine back towards the bubbling

cauldron of masculine soup lust that he was. She was overwhelmed, grew dizzy, almost flung herself into his arms -- but she knew it was wrong. "I can't, Soup Nazi," Elaine sobbed.

"I can't," she muttered again, at barely a whisper. Every inch of her body was pulling towards him while every inch of her mind pulled her away. It was both amazing and

repellent, given as how she only now got a whiff of the foul stench emanating from his armpit. "Top-notch pheromone garlic," he said proudly. "Rub it on every day. It gives me

hives most of the time, but the ladies don't mind hives on a great smelling man." She crinkled her nose and backed away. "You won't like the way pepper spray smells," she warned.

Manny held his nose and hid under the couch. Being a dog had its advantages. The ladies in the hives smelled him and continued to produce organic honey. The wildflowers disliked

his scent but he refused to take a bath. Even when his owners chased him around the yard with hoses or tried to tempt him with a bag of milk bones. Manny was too smart

for those tricks. Manny was a Dawg's dog, and da Biaaches were into that Sh!t. Discerning noses know a cologne of urine and fermenting turd is da Bomb. BowWow!