It is the future... year 6969. Somewhere out in Megaspace. The Pelozees of the Lesbodyke Nebula, in order to continue breeding after removal from the universe their last remaining enemy, men, created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot. Rezark SP - a prototype PIL, accidentally launched into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars, has programmed a self replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year, alone and sentient in a tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S: formerly known as Earth. Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving chrononaut, has a bad case of bluballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind: pussy!.
If I was the King. I would get myself a bitchin' crown. And I'd make all the bitches call me Sir Michael Starr. I'd have a castle and a bitchin' throne.
If you really really really really love me,. then you really really really gotta show me.. Don't whine when I put it in your booty. or if I'm up all night playin Call of Duty.
Last night, I got so high. I think I had sex with the cable guy. Well I'll admit, it would've been funny,. But, that pole smoker stole all my drug money.