Thursday 7 December 2006

Narrator: Commander Kevyn Andreyasn awakes in a strange place. . .

Kevyn: Unnh. . . Hey. Where am I?

Kevyn: Yike! And where'd my butt-flap go?

Commodore Shufgar: Your primitive garb had gone. . . Funky. My troops pitched it out the lock after they rescued you.

Kevyn: Well, it might have been funky, but at least when I had it I wasn't naked.

Commodore Shufgar: You'd rather wear a mite-infestation than display your genitals?

Kevyn: You furry types, always afraid of a few little bugs.