"Excuse me, Black Helmet Man," piped up one insolent
officer, "But our super space station can easily thwart any
actions of the Thumbellion." "Do not underestimate the power
of the Thumb," he replied. "Ohhhhhh, don't try to scare us
with your ooby-dooby magic talk, Helmet Man; You and your 'I'm a
horrifying warlock and I'm going to get you with my mystic potions'
talk sickens me. I laugh at you and your 'I'm a frightening wizard'
threats of hostility. Why don't you gather some frog legs and eyes of
a newt, and conjure up a potion that can get you your face back, and
perhaps make you one mere ounce less pathetic than you truly
ARE!!!!!" Black Helmet Man holds up his hand, and the thumb
starts choking. "Acckkkkhhhgak! O-or not!" POP! His head
flies up in the air. "Any other comments?" Helmet Man
inquires. "I have a question," says an elderly thumb.
"Why do we all speak in British accents, when we are from outer
space and there is no Britain?" The thumbs look back and forth
between Helmet Man and the thumb who spoke.
POP!
Black Helmet Man and his lead personnel are sitting in the Thumb
Star's meeting room. There seems to be an argument. Let's watch.