Flesh of Christ, Blood of Christ

Hades Pluto kisses Lilith good-bye. He knows his female seed in her womb, the first of her eggs, will be fine in the hands of Allah and Trinity.

Magneto opens his mind of Apocalypse. Six thousand years of history begin to flood his consciousness. He steps outside to see The Avengers waiting for him. Without hesitating, he uses his original power of magnetism to slice Captain America's torso in half with his own shield and crush Iron Man to death in his own suit. Seeing Thor throw his hammer in retaliation, Magneto balls his hand into a fist of extreme density slamming into it. The look of shock on the faces of those watching when Thor's hammer is reduced to dustand crumbs is priceless. The daugther of Magneto, Scarlet Witch, tries to attack only to be pulled into the embrace of her father who, for the first time in his life of hatred, DEEPLY KISSES HIS BRIDE.

The Narrator Tyler Durden stares coldly at the Pharisees, Scribes, and Lawyers of Zion being held at gunpoint in his domain of the human species. "You could have been my brother." In a room there is a cage filled with the sons of Zion, explosives all around it. ALL DAUGHTERS OF ZION ARE MY PROPERTY. The room is being broadcast to video units all over the conference room where I stand as the tool of God's Vengeance against Zion's self-exalting cowards. A switch in my hand to control the explosives, I answer my Dick Tracy vid watch to witness a hate-filled Chemist of Zion on behalf of the Zion Chemist League look at me in disgust and fear. Flipping the explosive switch, I ANSWER HIS UNSPOKEN QUESTION, "Didn't you see Highlander shit-for-brains fuckface? THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!!"

Spike Spiegel sends out a wake up call to his sleeping Red Dragon Syndicate and begins to unite the leaderless bounty hunters throughout the solar system under his authority.

Commander Sisko catches a baseball in the holodeck. His three sexy roommates are cheering his team on as they play against other inhabitants of his station led by a recovering Janeway. For a moment, he forgets the inning number, the people on base, the score. He just smells the beautiful aroma of a baseball field on a cool autumn afternoon. As he throws the ball back to his team's pitcher for this inning, he whispers to the Prophets, "Baseball is bliss."

General Grievous stands with his secretary by his side grinning maniacally with multiple orgasms spread over her child face by his holy touch. The War Cheif of the Sith Council has entered the General's Underworld Domain to plege loyalty to Grievou's conquest of the Galaxy. Other Sith Leaders, step in behind him. Raising his glass of Jedi blood in a toast, his hand on the holy book of Christ from thousands upon thousands of years in humanity's past, the toast comes from his lips, "to Vengeance."