The fearless Tomgra has become timid and

The fearless Tomgra has become timid and clings to

on that lonesome hermit who entered the cave in happy anticipation of three years spent in meditation. He failed to catch the red gleam of the eyes of the hungry winged beast and

was devoured like a fat lady eating a corndog. As his flesh was ripped from his bones, the hermit gazed up at the beast and said "just for this, you can forget the honeymoon. I qui

ver and shake as the beast draws him corndog up my sensitive back-my hair standing on end. "I take it back, I want this honeymoon more than anything" "You've been a naughty hermit.

And now you shall have a corndog," the beast tells me. Still quaking with fear, my small hand nervously plucks the corndog on a stick from the hulking beast's claw. It's dipped in

mustard which is oozing all over my hand. "Uh...Thanks." The monster snorts proudly, "EAT'S IT!" I gingerly nibble the crust of the corndog. Instantly, I gain the knowledge of the

the ancient Corndog Continuum. Holy Pluto Pups: the asteroid belt! They're actually ancient sunbaked corndogs with living meaty centers! Then I realize we Earthlings are doomed to

annihilation if we can't come up with enough mustard to satisfy the Corndog Continuum. The balance in the galaxy was off. Too many corndogs with not enough mustard was causing

... Wait. WAIT! What's that coming at us? Look, LOOK, up there in the sky!! KA-BOOOOOOM!....KA-POOOOOWWWW!.....................................The corndog apocolypse is upon us.