stated. However, nobody was
prepared for the final
heinous act committed by
last person you’d imagine:
The Count, whose Theorem
of Angular Momentum was
just plain wrong. Nevertheless,
the residents of Blawnox
felt compelled to act
very silly, rude and
uncannily accurate portrayals of
Their aldermen and their
stupid kids.
“Eff that”
was a common refrain.
Missiles started raining down
from the Latvian orbital
missile raining thingy.
Meanwhile,
back at the ranch
dressing factory in Detroit,
a large vat of