"Bah, I don't believe a word of it! You must

"Bah, I don't believe a word of it! You must be outta your mind to think a god would speak to a mortal such as yourself. You're not even a noble!" Callus shook his head. " I did. I

spoke to a god known as the Ultimate Warrior. Come on I'll show, you, he's eating beef jerky in the back." Callus led Maximus back behind the tent. A giant man in neon ribbons

was bench pressing a slightly less giant but still enormous man in a unitard. In between sets they'd eat more jerky and chug protein powder, no water. "Excuse me Ultimate Warrior b

oyfriend, where'd you get such skinny 'tards?"

"At the pa'ntologist's house. I stole them while he was on a gal'n." "Well, put on as many pairs of his skinny leotards as you can. We have to one-up the T-shirt challenge, or else

We will lose the Dreckfest prize we won last year. The poetasters were called in to help produce real sludge and gross the audience out as much as possible. Mr. Potatohead appeared

skin. Stanko the Clown became an overnight Internet celebrity. His YouTube video of him spitting on every tiny purse-dog in LA reached 12M views in a week. Netflix picked up his

show, now called "Stanko Spits on the Stars' Pets" and he made so much money that the inevitable avalanche of lawsuits made barely a dent in it. Stanko built a purse-shaped chalet

and wore a chambragne cheese chapeau challengingly while in Casterville du Chatte. His friend Johnny Sockonono went on to The Children's Televison Dehistorized Front as a bassist.