...upon a distant planet deep within the galaxy quantumania... there was a diatomic conflagration the likes of a pole cat mating with the neighborhood tom. Freak friend-foes of fanatical flagrancy fornicated forcefully about each others projectile pursuits like the evening moth about the proverbial lamp whilst peanut gallery curmudgeons constipate on the conflictual dance of these Jekyll and Hydian perpetrators of finger pointing dicklomacy that would bring the community of we audience into the pits of hell to be mired in the gun-slinging assault of posted print in a dirt-clod war shaming bludgeoning of two polar extremes of concept that share in the common alignment of execution in the singular psychosis that is mutually punctuated by an acrimonious pair of performing pundits to the sweet-n-sour chicken tune of savory sniblets of snobbing perpetually to the point of promoting a response that is as brutal as the likes of this meandering diatribe. Take that... yous. -crisp