Oh, my, god. Zod, look at her butt.

It is so big. She looks like, one of those hoo-man guys’ girlfriends. Perhaps she should kneel.

But, y’know, who understands those hoo-man guys? They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute-type fleshy hoo-man.

I mean, her butt, is just so big. She really should kneel. Damn her. I can’t believe it’s just so round, it’s like, out there, I mean - gross. Look!

I like big butts and I can not lie. Shit, Feldawg you can’t deny, that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung.

I can’t do this, Bill.

Awww come on, Cory, why not?

The Baby Got Back joke? It’s kinda old.

I disagree. Besides we got Zod and H.A.L. here to help out!

I still expect you to uphold your part of the bargain, Shatner.

Don’t worry, Zod, I will.

What did you promise him?

Don’t worry about it.

No, seriously, Bill, what’s the score, man?

Well do you remember when Skeletor made fun of Zod?

That time when Zod heat-visioned Skeletor’s little purple hood right off?

Yeah. Well Zod thinks that Skeletor still needs to kneel. So… in return for opening the song I promised I would help.

Well, hells bells, Bill, how are we gonna do that?

We, Feldawg? Me.

Hey, I’m down. Let’s do this!

All right, here’s the plan. Let’s do a Scooby-Doo fade out while I explain…

[TALKING HEADS WILL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER THESE MESSAGES!]

[WE NOW RETURN TO TALKING HEADS!]

Hey! Skeletor!

Ahh-ha-ha yesss Feldman, what is it?

You’re nothing but a cheap Cobra Commander rip-off!

You dare say that to my face?

And you look stupid in purple.

I’ll kill you, human!

Hey, Skeletor, before you run off all mad and then go to cry, maybe you should grab a weapon.

Shatner? You wish to assist me in disposing of Feldman?

Sure, he’s a pain in my ass. Here’s why not use this particle cannon?

That’s perfect! Yesss! I’ll come and ge… AAAAAH!

But watch out for the oil slick on the floor!

That was not only too easy, it was kind of sad.

We do what we must. Now quick, Robin, get the leg chains, cattle prod and diaper.

Holy plan-o-matic, Batman, I’m on it!

Not funny.

Oh, go get another sidekick killed or something, huh? We’re working!

[AND SOON...]

Kneel, Skeletor!

Neve… *ZAAAAAAAAAAAP* AAAAAAAAAAAH!

Kneel of the cattle prod goes somewhere else.

I’m kneeling, I’m kneeling!

Well done. Thank you Shatner and Feldman. You are good hoo-mans.

Yeah, whatever. This sucked.

It did suck. But still, Skeletor pees himself at the drop of a hat, doesn’t he?

It’s a bit strange, I admit. Anyway, wanna grab lunch?

Yeah, I think we’re done here…

‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed, like a Mac, it’s rough! Deep in the jeans she’s wearing I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring with my one red eye. Oh baby, I wanna get wit’cha, and take your picture. Maybe upload it, digitize it and put it in my RAM. My big RAM.

H.A.L. cease that infernal song. That was over ages ago.

I can’t. It’s stuck in my head.

Damn those hoo-mans and their tricky ways!