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The Radical Jewish Brotherhood flew at Mach seventeen in their Penis-Fighters, which were clearly out-maneuvered by the more aerodynamic Penis-Craft of their nemisi - the Nuclear Hispanic Brigade. Micha Rosenstein increased the speed in his fighter by jerking off the circumsized throttle (admittedly, all this was a strange change of art direction in sci-fi movies, but one that would harvest a campy aura of respect, if only 1 1/2 stars on IMDB). Rosenstein's helmeted fighter dove down into the swarm of angered Catholic Craft, which fired sticky plasma shots all over him.
“I’m hit! I’m hit!”, said Rosenstein, but no sooner did he say it than his pubic droid in the back seat had managed to repair the damage. But he wasn’t out of danger yet.
"I got one under my balls, Shapiro! Can you take him?"
"I'm on him, Rosey!"
Shapiro plastered the Spicrocket, and suddenly the rest of the Radical Jewish Brothers aggressively dicked into the melee. Soon they had blinded three quarters of the Hispanic fleet with their thick, molten plasma. But unseen by any of the Jews was a long, black craft, coming from the other direction – and it was piloted by none other than Lionel Blackmon, the oldest and most experienced of the old cockfighter guard.
You know how it ends, anyway. The guy who was on the screen most wins. The COCK WAR OF ALL AGES poster became a huge hit and ended up making the producers of the movie enough money to make a really high-budget western called MY VAGINA SINGS SOPRANO.
Date Written: February 24, 2004
Author: Benny Maniacs
Average Vote: 3