The cuckoo clock strikes thirteen. It is time for some nonsense.
Well said, you sad, sick bastard! I have no freakin' idea what that means, but you must be right. You feel so strongly about it.
Meanwhile, Barack Omonster hatches his evil plan.
The madness begins to spread. Damn that Omonster!
Now that Omonster has paved the way with his evil, the sychophants can rule.
Barack Omonster went back in time and ate a whole box of puppies in front of my kindergarten class, you asshole!