The Final Frontier
Having kept himself from the spotlight for far to long, William Shatner put a quick end to that with a brief leap and karate chop. "Hi-yah! That's right, pansies, I've been here these last two weeks and I don't like what I've been seeing! Things... are about... to get dangerous... KEEYAH!!" Another hop and a series of quickly thrown punches aimed both everywhere and nowhere followed as Shatner waded into the audience that was the complete Bakersfield Performing Circus Bears team.
"How could you lose... to the Menonites? Of all the teams... Well, that's behind us, and we've got to look ahead... to the North... a frontier both wild and exotic. Dare I say?... worth Mounting?" Shatner paused and serveyed the room, seemingly judging whether or not anyone, himself included, understood what he was saying.
"Don't you see?! We must defend what is ours, or be forced to take it... from those who took it... from us!!" Sweat started beading on his brow, as he jerked nervously from side to side. "This is all his doing... don't you see?"
Shatner pulled himself right into the face of Jamal Lewis, so close it looked like he was wanting Lewis to swallow him like the last bite of a sandwich that you know is too large to be eaten in one bite but you still put in your mouth, almost choking as you chew it up. "Kahn... is... alive!" he coursely whispered, audible only to the few seated nearest to Lewis.
Trent Green, seated just out of that range, was the first to speak after a few tense moments of silence. "Um, who's alive?"
That was a mistake.
William Shatner lept back and spun like a 70 year old tiger born in captivity and kept alive well past when he should have met his lethargic demise. He took in a breath that could have filled eighteen balloons when exhaled, but instead bellowed out one word. Specifically, a name:
"KAHN!"
Even though the name was shouted in the middle of a large stadium made of canvas, it echoed for an eternity.
QB- Peyton Manning
RB- Brandon Jacobs (DNP Jamal Lewis)
RB- Cedric Benson
WR- Andre Johnson (DNP Muhsin Muhammad)
WR- Donald Driver
WR- Isaac Bruce
TE- Jeremy Shockey
K- Jason Elam
D- New England
"How could you lose... to the Menonites? Of all the teams... Well, that's behind us, and we've got to look ahead... to the North... a frontier both wild and exotic. Dare I say?... worth Mounting?" Shatner paused and serveyed the room, seemingly judging whether or not anyone, himself included, understood what he was saying.
"Don't you see?! We must defend what is ours, or be forced to take it... from those who took it... from us!!" Sweat started beading on his brow, as he jerked nervously from side to side. "This is all his doing... don't you see?"
Shatner pulled himself right into the face of Jamal Lewis, so close it looked like he was wanting Lewis to swallow him like the last bite of a sandwich that you know is too large to be eaten in one bite but you still put in your mouth, almost choking as you chew it up. "Kahn... is... alive!" he coursely whispered, audible only to the few seated nearest to Lewis.
Trent Green, seated just out of that range, was the first to speak after a few tense moments of silence. "Um, who's alive?"
That was a mistake.
William Shatner lept back and spun like a 70 year old tiger born in captivity and kept alive well past when he should have met his lethargic demise. He took in a breath that could have filled eighteen balloons when exhaled, but instead bellowed out one word. Specifically, a name:
"KAHN!"
Even though the name was shouted in the middle of a large stadium made of canvas, it echoed for an eternity.
QB- Peyton Manning
RB- Brandon Jacobs (DNP Jamal Lewis)
RB- Cedric Benson
WR- Andre Johnson (DNP Muhsin Muhammad)
WR- Donald Driver
WR- Isaac Bruce
TE- Jeremy Shockey
K- Jason Elam
D- New England


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