Ever since the movie deal Sephroth had never been quite ethe same, with the failed launch of his sitcom andmusic career he had fallen into a life of lies, drugs, sex, alcohol, and D&D. Motherbrain brought him out of his self-destructive shell. She showed him that his mother was where his heart was, and now his his heart was inside MotherBrain. She was like a mother to him, looks ugly, tastes great.
Him and poochie finally had to go at it in a chill out – the hippy dog’s ninja flower shuriken targeting skillz totally exploded the king’s pants bulging escher wall walking crystal ball bubble popping powers by 3.1415 nuclear pickle pizzas from one hangin’ surfin’ turtle dude judge.
Eddie Valiant stepped out of the phone booth in central downtown Los Angeles, along with a sultry but discolored female, and a short man with a double pointed black hat and moustache. “Moose and squirrellll…” WHY is it my fate to work with… toons. Eddie couldn’t figure this out, I mean, he had regained his sense of humor, but did he HAVE to be type cast?
Far away in a lighthouse far away sat a mysterious woman with a robotic combo over jet balck, her stark eyes staring at a bajillion television screens, “The One.” Across the screens flitted a green speck and a brown spack, “Close in please… closer… closer… not so irrationally fast!”