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		   . This last element shocked even the most 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   staunch Maury viewer, so they brought Jerry 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   "Orcus" Springer in for a change of 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   pace, along with his bald tough guy 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   to forcefully give paternity tests to everyone 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   Suddenly, Mr. T and Govener Termanator got 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   news that their love child, Justin Timberlake 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   released the Savage Tide in Malibu.  Hasselhoff 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   , who is no stranger to demonic influences, 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   raveningly hungered to taste the flesh of 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   his friends and allies. However, KITT was 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   hooked on nitrous and couldn't slow down 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   his tricycle as he approached a sharp 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   wall of vorpal blades that mysteriously appeared 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   when Donald Rumsfeld muttered an incantation that 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   summoned Neo, Miss Congeniality, and a bus 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   that was wired to blow up when 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   it anti-life shell was dispelled by extraplanar 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   tinkertoy golems with girdles of storm giant 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   stench and ioun stones that granted intense 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   pain in the cerebral cortex due to 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   their repeated collision with the golems' heads 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   . Rumsfeld gave a knowing grin and sipped 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   a mixture of bile, the blood of 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   troglodyte witchdoctors and the brain juices of 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   far realm ponies. This tasty brew went 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   up in flames when exposed to fresh 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   air passed from out of a bullock. 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   Rumsfeld merely chuckled at the inferno engulfing 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   the D-list celebrities facing him; he had 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   thought the opposition would be a bit 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   tougher, still...chewing through them, his dentures 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   got caught on the bikini briefs of 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   Alan Thicke, and he had to extract 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   them lest he become disarmed - without dentures, 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   he couldn't deliver his poisonous bite attack 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   and was defenseless as a newborn baby 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   in a trash compactor. Fortunately, his oracular 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   ice cream man, Jean Claud Van Damme 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   was around to provide backup, in case 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   the fiendish halfling wrestlers from Nacho Libre 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   started talking smack. Bad news was, JeanClaude 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   was packing Nair.  The gnarley little fiends 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   were powerless without their body hair. They 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   tried to attack Van Damme, but he 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   had mad skillz with the squirt bottle 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   and they screamed like pigs when the 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   hair shed from their backs in clumps. 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
		   Sans hair, the little freaks closely resembled 
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
        
 
          
          
            
              
              
                
                   
	
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