Me am Spencer Strango. One day, these nice men came into my asylum cell and said the following to me. "Hey, idiot face! We're gonna hook you up to this machine that monitors your brain activity, 'cause we don't think that your brain is actually works. If you try to throw boogers on us again, then we'll get our mommies, who are from the World Sumo Wrestling Federation, and they'll squish your little head like an alien in a neural compaction unit," or they said something like that.
I then had no choice but to point out that aliens are bad and then they stuck these wires on my face. They're kind of unconfortable, if you could just take 'em off or something… No? OK. Anyway, the compooter tried to comprehend my massive insanity, but I was able to override it and make a crappy web page. The guards and doctors and neurologists and psyciatrists and orthadonists and pediatrists and masseurs and Dr. Laura and Dr. Seuss and Dr. Pepper all read my web page and were so frightened by its massive stupidity that their brains escaped through thier noses and flushed themselves down the toilet. This is were I keep all of my crappy comics, stories, games, sounds, and short and stupid movies, any cool ones would be too much trouble. I have to give Jordan some gum now so he'll shut up, and don't touch anything!