Welcome to another installment of Talking Heads, where we… hey, where’d Feldman go?

Kneel before me, Shat-El!

Uhhh, it’s ShatNER, first of all. Second of all, what the fuck? I mean, what the fuck? You look like you’re wearing a garbage bag, did you know that?

Do not get haughty with me, Shat-El! You shall kneel as your father should have kneeled!

Joseph Shatner? Uhm, what?

I win. I always win. Is there no one on this planet to even challenge me?

Don’t make me take my shirt off and whup you. See that behind you? Craggy rocks. Craggy rocks and no shirt means you are going down, Cod!

Zod.

Whatever. What’d you do with Feldman?

The small, large headed one? He was in Zod’s way. Now he is not. No matter. I am General Zod. Your ruler. Yes, today begins a new order. Your lands, your possessions, your very lives, will gladly be given in tribute to me, General Zod! In return for your obedience you will enjoy my generous protection. In other words you will be allowed to live.

That’s it. Shirt coming off!

What manner of flab is that?

… I… you murdering bastard! You killed my son!

KNEEL!

ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

Kneel before Zod!

ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

Kneel before Zod!

ZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!

You tire Zod out. I, Zod, require donuts.

ZZZZZZOOO… errrwha?

Donuts, flabby one. Surely Hoostan has heard of donuts?

Oh. Donuts. Sure, let’s go to Tim Horton’s.

The crullers shall kneel before me!

Sure thing there, Spanky.