So I sought asylum with Venezuela and Russia and Spain.
But once I sent one arm to Venezuela and one arm to Russia, I couldn’t write the address on the label to mail the rest of me to Spain.
So then my situation got even worse when I got a negative response from the East with the curt reply “In Russia, Arms embargoes YOU!”
But I pulled myself together, and scabbered into Havana.
So, I dropped by Fidel’s house, to say, “Yo, whassup?”
But it turned out I was in Haiti.
So, I went over to Papa Doc’s old house, since I knew there was always a good party there.
But they didn’t appreciate it when I burst in and said “Yo, whassup, Doc?”
So I had a lovely conversation with a voodoo priestess who said she could help me.
But she turned me into a zombie slave, and sent me to work in the cane fields.
So at this point we let the thread sit for a year or so and come back later with zombie jokes?
But I’m much better now!
So, I decided to get revenge on that old mambo.
But just as I was about to steal her Mojo, a flying frog jumped on my head!
So, long story short, I now have frog eggs lodged in my brain.
But I found some flies, the newly hatched frogs came out to eat them, we’ve bonded, and they’re the best pets ever.
So, my frogs (which are super-smart, due to having part of my brain) helped me hatch a plan.
But the plan was illegal
So that meant I had to call in Natasha.
But she said we had orders from Fearless Leader to drop everything and kill Moose and Squirrel.