As I'm sure you've all heard, the big guy in the sky has declared Final Judgement... we can't let that happen! So I'm sending my best man to take care of things on Earth... SPANKLING!
Okay Mr... Spankling? What can I do for you on such short notice?
Look, I'm in a bit of a bind and I don't know who to turn to right now... I figured that if anyone were evil enough to help me it would be a lawyer.
Ahah... Okay, then what do you need?
Well, Satan picked me out of all the demons in hell to stand up to Jesus Christ and save the world from the Final Judgement... but how can I beat him? He's Jesus!
... Hmmm... Oooookay. Assuming you're for real on this one, have you ever heard of a thing called "Public Opinion?"
So you're telling me that you were sent by Satan to save the earth from Jesus? And you want our station to not only broadcast the battle, but publicize it as well?
Think of the ratings... You know you want to.
And you want us to spin the events to make you look good? What the hell do you take us for? This is a battle of Good and Evil here! He is good, you are EVIL!
You work in the television industry... you already sold your soul to us to get where you are... shall we collect now, or later?
Hi, folks... I'm your neighborhood submissive and my Master wanted me to share a few words with you all.
Masters_in_a_position_of power over you have a responsibility to treat you well, and to respect your saftey. Like Domina here, who mercifuly gave me 90 lashes instead of 100 when I gave the safeword.
Do_you_think_that_your lord God is looking out for your safety in his Final Judgement game? If not, send him your safeword in your prayers. If he doesn't stop, then that what kind of Dom is he?
Through_the_power_of_the contract of consent, your powers are null and void. Now bugger off back home, and don't come back until you learn how to play nice!
I mean it, if you're not with the rotor turbines, you're with the terrorists. If you cry about losing all your gravitons, you're helping the terrorists.
There you are, ASSistant!!! I believe you dropped your lab report over there... Pick it up!
Over there? Oh, here it is...
Mmmm... scrumptuous male posterior... If only I could get my hands on some viagra...
Is there something wrong, Doctor? You've been looking for excuses to check out my ass all day?
Oh... well, I suppose it all started when I mixed_the_chemical formula_for_Butterscotch and Hazelnut ice cream to make my brand new "Buttery Nut Surprise." Appearantly it has a few side effects.
I see... so would you mind explaining_why TOBOR has been acting like... well... you know how he's been acting... Right?