"ALL THIS USELESS IMMANENCE IS CHORIZO!"
{in the spirit of Pierres gravées...}The Ferengi Panchox Villakog leads a band of bandito ferengi with handlebar guacamoli moustaches through a K-mart parking lot leading a herd of naked blue skinned hog-nosed animal women into a sombrero flying saucer... Panchox Villakog: Hondele, my little 'capricci', for like the ancient stag-films of Vulcan, our love must leap beyond the limits of the ordinary, plus ultra, ne? to rejoin through our 'ars combinatoria,' an immense chaos without physiognomy!! Bandito Uno: These monstrous women are naught but the shadows of indecorous philosophes of poetic delight made real through the processing power of "I'Ingegnosa Natura." Bandito Dos: Greed is eternal! Hog-nosed animal woman 1: This spurious visual twaddle is connected to our now lost 'dumb shews,' or to indecent 'extempore farces,' too contemptible to to describe for polite ears. Do you not see that we are branded with the image of Richard Nixon, the High Priest of the Blue Light Special! Panchox Villakog: What do you know of indecent ears, you small eared sows must never know of the sovereign beatitudes of Latium, er, Latinum, theese 'Letters'? We shall break open the Cotija-smegma gorgons of our MALE ACQUISITIONAL DESIRES upon your feeble religion of ugly pseudo-humanity! [one hears a bit of George Crumb from a passing Camaro, and a bit of George Clinton from a passing Nova..] A Giant Abraham Lincoln Spock puts down his great black wing-tipped brougham on the entire group, bellowing, "ALL THIS USELESS IMMANENCE IS CHORIZO!"
