Steve walked wearily down the street, his

eat the left over cars that were scattered about the

parking lot. I have no idea why anyone would eat a car unless your name is King Kong or something, but to each his own.

Blondie once had a song called, "Rapture," about a man from Mars that eats cars and guitars.

Some say that "Rapture" was the first song to introduce the pop music world to the marvel of rap. But I beg to differ. That honor really belongs to

William Shatner and his spoken word miracles. I have longed for decades to remix them to a rolling bass and the towering talent of Nimoy's Ode to Bilbo Baggins-Alas I am not worthy

... DAMN! I forgot the lyrics! How could I face my fans counting on me to finish? Why could I not get Scotty out of my mind? I looked down at the console and pushed the lever

and said, "Make it SOOOOO NUMBER ONE!" I hated Number One. Big bearded fool drunkard. If I could bring Scotty back to life, I would make him Number One and send Reicher

floating down a river of pus in a punctured inner-tube. But Scotty's not coming back from the dead any time soon. And Reicher? Some night when he's passed out drunk, I might just

take a peak inside them jeans and see what the fuss was all about. You can't just go around bragging all the time and not expect people to get curious. Why wait? "Drop'em Scotty!"