Whoever controls the oil, controls the planet. Just look at all that unpleasantness with America and the Middle East.
We must vanquish this dispicable Emo foe before they get too big for their DMs/Converse All Stars (or whatever the Hell they wear).
* releases flying monkeys to track down and destroy the Emo *
Fly, my evil darlings! Fly!
Unless, of course, they're not planning world domination, just researching a new oil-based lubricant to allow them to slip into even tighter drainpipe jeans?
* rushes to window and yells after rapidly disappearing 'monkeys *
Come back, my evil darlings! Come ba... Oh, forget it. Go and enjoy yourselves.
* Monkeys of Doom, not Ministry of Defense. Athough the concept is the same.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Rod, Sk(H)ull and Emo
In a move that none of us had suspected, the Forces of Emo have struck like an inanimate carbon rod to the back of one's skull! This information has been brought to my attention by two of my deep cover agents from the MoD*