Realizing Barick Omama hadn't taken the oath of office as president of the United Bricks of America, Deathdog siezed the opportunity to declare himself king of the UBA! The lowly worker drone from Doghouse Labs has siezed power -- but still can't get a decent chili dog in this two-bit town!
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After his coup, Deathdog makes his way to what was once the presidential residence (The Grey House). A crowd has gathered, but with a contingent of troops at hand Deathdog is unafraid as he makes his way toward his new home. “I’m going to have to teach Jojo how to clean – I’ll bet this place gets mighty dusty.”
“Well hello soldier. Where ya from?”
“Why are you saluting me . . . oh, yeah, I am the supreme commander.” “Your majesty, I’m from Kansas.” “Well, you’re not in Kansas anymore, that’s for sure. I think I’ll make you commander of my personal bodyguard. See that I’m secure and well fed at all times.” “Yes, your awesomeness!”
“Great. Don’t screw this up. Now it’s off to my new house for a little nap before my big speech. Later, dude.”
As Deathdog makes his way into the Grey House, some grumbling begins among the citizenry. Johnny T. Bone, a known miscreant and malcontent, struck up a conversation with one of the Yella Fellas, a gang of would-be astronauts: “This is just great. That’s my vote, wasted, and not a dang thing I can do about it.”
“Well, I don’t know about that," Yella grunted in near gibberish. "Ol' Blue here may have to set things straight around here.”
“I like the way you think . . .”
“Ah, home sweet home. Maybe I should think about this speech before nappy time – nah, I’ll wing it. Who needs to actually be prepared? After all, at school SO many students wing it all the time and the teachers NEVER catch on . . .”
I have faith Jojo will take care of those miscreants with a stick of dynamite or two...but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. And Phipson, Professor Eggplant's been on to you since day one, so I don't know where you get that guff!