Roger Corman wondered how to top himself.

Roger Corman wondered how to top himself. "How about Sharktopus vs. Dinocroc." Nah.. I need something new.. or old? Frankopus? Yes! Dr. Frankensteins greatgrandson is a marine biol

ab. The body was melted down to its minutest biologic parts, mixed with a plastic polymer and hardened. Corman cried. He'd lost it. Then John Peters called and said,

"Have you got that melted down body I ordered? These mixed drinks are getting weirder all the time." Corman sniffled. "I...I don't, sir. I've mislaid it somewhere and I can't

a fresh pot of Earl Grey tea from the kitchen." He wasn't falling for my stalling tactics. I'd just have contact Amazon and

reorder everything again & pay the extra for same day delivery. Frustrated, I pretended to accidently pour the steaming hot Earl Grey in his lap when he held up his teacup. "I am

the lord of Earl Grey!" he stated proudly. Suddenly, a pea shooter walked into the beautiful building and fired one shot at his cup.

The skillful peashooter managed to completely shatter the cup with just one shot, sending hot tea flying everywhere.

"Ha, Starbucks, let's see you top that!" Calmly, Starbucks eased over to the shattered cup, and its pitiful remnant of delicious tea. "I could, but it'd be a waste," Starbucks de

claimed, but deep down, he knew he wasn't capable. He clenched his fists and imagined a parallel universe where he was capable, where reality got along with expectations. He cried.