Mork-pork, Lord of the Seventh Dimensional Vortex, killed four-hundred bunnies today, and the pelts hung from him and his musket like a bloody cloak of rabbits and vomit. He entered the nearest Denny's, and ordered the Bacon-Mushroom Melt, from Wendy's. When told that Wendy's food was not served at Denny's, he transformed into bunnies and devoured them. Then he drop-kicked the nearest whore, and jumped down a manhole to fight a giraffe.
After finishing off the giraffe, he leapt into his invisible jet, much like Wonder Woman's (only he's a she-thing), and crashed into Buddy Holly, who was also in an invisible jet made of Cheddar, thus ending the life of that American legend who was Buddy Holly. Lightbulbs. Ibuprofen.
I like Buddy Holly. I met him once at a kegger. Then I killed him with my Cheddar-cheese-and-Ben-and-Jerry's-Chunky-Monkey invisible jet, right after leaving the Denny's. Then I went on a scalping spree, scalping every orangutan in a three-mile radius, using only a sodering iron.
Then, I returned to my vortex and ate a sandwich. Mmmm... Sandwich. Then I drop-kicked the nearest whore. Tonya Harding.