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And now, at long last, the results of Zonar's Spare Humanity Contest. Here's Zonar:
Thank you, thank you. Some small time ago, I asked you all to write in and suggest reasons why I shouldn't call forth the mighty Superion Invasion Force to destroy what passes for civilization here on this cess-bucket of a planet called Earth. Last week, I chastised the losing entries, and now the winner:
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Meet Zonar
Name: Zonar Race: Superion Home Planet: Superion Flesh: Green Eyes: Bulging and orange Teeth: Pointy Ingests: He says he just eats "atoms," and won't get more specific. Interesting biological function: 100% efficient, the Superion body makes no waste products. This is something Zonar goes on about all the time, calling "lesser" beings "poop machines" or sometimes "toilet monkeys." Interesting biological function #2: Zonar claims to be able to emit devistatingly painful mental rays from the top of his head. Favorite TV show: Zonar says that television is beneath him, but we've spotted him watching "Murder, She Wrote" lots of times. At the end, he always shouts out "Ah HA! Just as I suspected!" but only after Angela Lansbury explains everything. Previous employment: Space Cleansifying Engineer and Coordinator (spaceship janitor), playing Iago in the 1998 Royal Shakespeare production of "Othello" Hobbies: Studying human biology, quilting, plotting intergalactic conquests, line dancing. |
Zonar,
Ten reasons not to lay the smackdown on Earth.
'Nuff said, loverboy?
Both creepier and more beautiful than mental rays.
Over twenty-five years of knowledge for everyone.
Also a self-proclaimed absolute monarch, also completely recyclable.
Well, we think it's a good reason, anyway.
Sweet delicious treats and hilariously malaprop-riddled wrappers.
Not the foofy French kind, either (although there's nothing wrong with that.)
Most reliable and most transparent excuse to cuddle, ever.
Oh come on. Everyone loves pie.
That's right, chief. Anything happens to us or our planet, this little package finds its way to both the Supreme Superion and your Grandma. So knock off the conquer-speak, capisce? Glad we could have this little talk.
Your devoted readers, Thorn Silvertree and Rhett Ramirez
Ah, sweet Angela. Hard to believe something so divine sprang forth from human womb. It's like one of you pooing eight times a day all your life and then suddenly secreting a diamond.
So, anyway, that was the best attempt at convincing me to stay my allegorical hand. Winning writer, please select what you will from The Zonar Store, and tell me what you choose at zonar@capnwacky.com - I shall know you by your e-mail address!
As I said, this was the best attempt at convincing me, BUT it was not nearly good enough! I have decided to call forth the Superion Invasion Force which, upon receiving my signal, shall immediately launch forth from the Superion home world on it's mission to destroy and/or enslave the human race!
So long, you miserable bi-pedal miscreants! Bon voyage, commode jockeys! The thorn of you disgusting jerky-eating fart factories shall be removed from my side forever! Goodbye, poop machines!
Due to its massive size and the distance between here and the Superion home world, it should take approximately 24,389.7 of your Earth years until the Invasion Force arrives.
In the meantime, I'll have to find something to do to keep my amazing brain stimulated.
Um...
Let's see...
Who's up for shuffleboard?
Sincerely,
Zonar the Superion
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