DAS BORK FORGOT TO TAKE HIS PILLS

So I started out my day like any other day, by getting out of my waterbed filled with Kentucky Fried Chicken! (It\'s not that bad. After months of laying on it, the chicken turns into a comfortable, gelatinous ooze.)
I went downstairs, and my robot fed me some food from its cold, metal claw hands. Then, out of the blue, some dogs with human heads came crashing through my front door! They were carrying squirt guns, that were modified with cucumbers to turn them into laser guns.
They said, \"We want the hundreds of concubines you keep in your closet door! MOO-WHA-HA-HA!\"
I laughed. \"Foolish Dog Humanaheads! My concubines will never mate with your kind!\"
And right then, I whipped it out! Yes, I whipped it out! It\'s a little known fact that Dog Humanaheads cannot resist it. They began to lick it. Oh, they licked it, all right.
This bought me some time to get my robot-- Frank: The Master of Flashlights-- to call in a small nuclear strike at my doorstep where the Dog Humanaheads stood. With a flash of light, there was nothing left but a pile of Dog Humanahead meat at my door.
That night, Frank and me ate Dog Humanahead meat, surrounded by our hundreds of concubines. I was always told Dog Humanaheads are only good for two things: lickin\' and eatin\'! Lesson be told. Lesson be told.