Cobra Commander found himself befriending

Cobra Commander found himself befriending a young boy. The boy was blind and didn't know who the Commander really was. In fact, he didn't need to wear his face shield around

the boy, which was a great comfort to the Commander. He looked forward to the times when they would meet and he could take that dreaded face shield off; it really was quite itchy.

"I hate the itching, but I don't mind the swelling," Commander David Letterman confessed through the face shield. "Is that -- you know -- kind of --weird?" The boy broke into a

full sprint down the spacedeck & into the infirmary. The Commander had just admitted to stage IV Menddevian Fever. "Doc Jones!" the boy squeaked as an arrow erupted from his chest

"Wait your turn boy and don't bleed on my console, I'm a doctor not a 17th century gentile agrarian with a fondness for treacle," replied Doc Jones throwing him a biscuit laced axe

deodorant stick. Axe had cornered the market on biscuit-flavored deodorant and Doc Jones got a commission on every stick he prescribed. "Rub some Axe on that," he said, "Axe cures

everything." Doc Jones wore biscuit-flavored Axe in his pits every day. He was mystified as to why so many dogs followed him around the park as he jogged. This was a turn-off for

the crazy cat ladies he was wont to woo. They took one look at Doc Jones & his pack of yapping mutts & vowed celibacy--or even more celibacy in a few cases, truth be told.

Doc Jones, was not above tricking up his dogs to bury the bone with a femme feline, so he called on his friend Mssr. Antoine Pup. "Make 'em look like sophisticated pussycats!