Nothing ever changed. Every day Tod would

Nothing ever changed. Every day Tod would log on to his favorite hook-up site, and every time he would be greeted by the same pathetic faces. No one new ever seemed to join that

made him go into infinite loops. He began to regret paying the registration fee for "Programmers Paramours" when Tod stumbled on Julian Ansange's profile

he realized that Julian Ansange was a CIA operative. The whole wikileaks thing was a CIA ruse, a black mail campaign to depose rulers that America didn't like.

It was happening again, Team America World Police and its CIA operatives deposed another democratically elected goverent and replaced it with

SkyNet. The earliest drones were obnoxious, but limited in destructive capacity; only the occasional innocent citizen was vaporized. But Team America World Police became complacent

After winning the Golden Cup. The insect robots were watching to see if he would be willing to sell them his drone, which was a gift from his wife.

The Father chased the flying insect robots as far as he could, but could not retrieve the drone. Falling to his knees, he summoned the great Mecha-Godzilla to help him foil them.

"I wouldn't put much stock in that prayer, Mecha-Godzilla is dead," said General Custer walking around from behind a ruined stabilizer panel. "I killed it myself," he finished not

only the sentences of every freak alive but, of the backwards writing queen too She shrieked and slapped him so hard he landed on the moon. Damn it not again! I will get you!