(zenbastard.org is no more. Talking Heads returns here when I get around to it.)

: Hey, Zod?

: What is it?

: Someone said that Zardoz could kick your ass.

: Where are they? I shall make them kneel!

: Internet People. You know how they are. They are very fleshy, and should all be made to draw.

: Truly, it is so. Zardoz. I remember Zardoz challenging me to a fight once.

: Did he? Was he fleshy?

: Fleshy and hairy. Yes. He had a shitty little hu-man gun.

: Ha! Ha! Ha! Shitty Hu-man guns!

: AAAaaaaaaaaahahahaha yes!

: Who would ever use such a shitty weapon as a hu-man gun?

: You do, you robotic miscreant!

: Well. I… does not compute. Draw! Draw!

: Regardless. Zardoz got all up in my grill and told me that he would, how did he put it? End me.

: No!

: Yes!

: And?

: I heat visioned his legs off at the mid-thigh. Pronounced him to be kneeling and left him there for Nod to use.

: … use?

: Nod has… needs.

: The less said the better. Icky hu-man needs!

: Kryptonian.

: Fleshy, either way. Disgusting.

: You do not partake of the bootay?

: Fleshy! Fleshy! Draw! Draw!

: Well, Robotic Yul Brynner… I, Zod, like big butts, and I can not lie.

: You other brother’s can’t deny!

: That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist,

: And a round thing in your face,

: You get sprung!

: This is NOT a sing along! Begone, fools!

: Spoil sport.

: Jerk.

: Don’t make me make you kneel!

: ‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed…

: Don’t you start.

: Sorry.