Thelma raked her fingers across the top of

Thelma raked her fingers across the top of Bubba's head, upending his comb over. His eyes rolled in delight as she sashayed behind his easy-chair, whispering the words he longed to

hear. "I love lettuce," she whispered, "I love spicy cupcakes." Bubba shivered in delight. He could not wait for Thelma to make him those dishes tonight.

But Bubba was clueless to what secretly brewed inside Thelma. A plan. A spectacular, daring, knife to throat plan with her best friend Louise. They were going on a road trip

To nowhere, following the road signs. This road was paved with good intentions, especially some three years later. Mr. Universe was waiting for the devilled eggs to be ready before

going off to his trailer to get some quick iron reps in and doing his tight five minute set. The deviled eggs were a usual staple for him before an exhibition.

So was the cloud of flatulence. Real fans knew not to stand too close to him. He used the cloud to put the other competitors off their game. Posing next to him was tough.

Being stationed next to him at the hotdog eating contest was even worse. His extreme B.O. made him a winner every time. "And you said I should take a shower," he boasted to his

Pegasus.” Kif busted out laughing, “What was the name of the guy in G-15? I thought he was your arch-nemesis.” Zapp, hotdog #3 in hand, answered, “Bendix. He never showered either.

Zapp and Bendix fully believed in letting their external microbiomes flourish as a protective mechanism against all comers. Zapp saw Bendix vanish, but wouldn't talk about it.