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| When not saving the world with my mutant powers, I rent myself out as "Calvin" for kiddie parties. | |
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| But my powers allow me to take the form of a controlled burn. I call myself, Sir-Flame-A-Lot | |
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| Did I mention that I rap? ~\I like bri-quets and I can not lie; you othah suckas like to fry; but when that charcoal heats all your favorite meats; the taste just can not lie; baby got bri-quets!/~ | |
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| Whoa, Sir-Flame-A-Lot is kickin' like Baby Jesus! But I got a serious problem--we're out of propane AND the DJ didn't show for my Middle East Peace Blizzzzast. HELP! | |
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| Thank Gizzzod for Sir-Flame-A-Lot. Everyone's fed and he kicked out the hype jams 'til he ran out of gas. Hey, if you're the Calvin impersonator, you're too late. I'm not paying. | |
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| Well, since Arafat and Sharon are slow-dancing in the gazebo, I guess I can forgive you for stiffing me. Shalom! | |
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