Peewee Herman finished explaining the intricacies of Jedis and Siths -- Brickell continued watching the movie in the back seat, the bouncing basketball that had flown around the world hadn't smashed the rear windscreen - nor had any noise perturbed her...... later in the story it would come out that the evil witch-King's only weak point was music by Crash Test Dummies, hearing this music would immediately render him weaker than Superman in a kryptonite bath.
'yeah i can relate to that,' said the re-constituted-after-a-massive-snuffing-out-of-the-wicked-Souls-of-all-of-his-kind many eons ago right here on Earth...
'right?' agreed Herman, 'Jedis good guys, Siths bad guys - you all made those big bad statues on Easter Island you said.'
'yes, that's right, my race did that... what i don't understand is how i came back to have existence again -- i thought the light of my evil Soul was smothered once and for all and i had ceased to exist on every plane --- until yesterday...'
'well now that you're alive again, what do u want to do?' asked Herman.
'you said that the city by the desert, Los Angeles? that the people there didn't understand your genius and didn't shower you with accolades and grovelling worship,'
'a-hah, yeah,' agreed Herman.
'well i want to practice out some new tricks, let's go there, i think i can destroy it all in 10 minutes,' said the wicked Lemurian witch-King of Mu-mu land.
'destroy all of LA? but why?' asked Herman.
'why not? it would be a bad thing to do, and bad is good.'
'ok, but you have to let me call my auntie Clarissa there before you pulverize the entire city, i want to tell her what a dumb bitch she has been since day one,' responded Herman.
'it's a deal,' said the evil witch King.
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