MIA: Evil, Genetically Altered, Chain Smoking Lab Rats
A Decree!
MIA Head SaaM approaches the stage. He is decked in a long black leather coat (with a matching shirt, tie and pants combo) with his hair spiked and wearing a really nice pair of sunglasses. He jumps in the air, freezes, does a 360, lands on the podium (shattering it into hundreds of pieces, as seen in bullet time) and plays the Doom Song while reading N?. It is the feared Johen Vasquez/Matrix SaaM... BUM BUM BUMMMM
Hear Yee, Hear Yee! MIA Doomy Court of Doomful Doom is now in sessions, my little mongeese. The MIA has a new decree for you all. Armagedon is approaching. Are you ready for the end? Packed up on your reed making suplies? Purchasedthe libretos to every musical you like? Prepared yourselves to become doomful masters of the doomridden planet? Good. Now, this doesnt apply to any existing citizens, but every other member of this putrid planet, listen up! We take no more prisoners! All cities are to be raized, unless they have a wonder. No city is to be spared! Muahahahahahahaha! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a special edition DVD to purchase. Computer! Take me to the weasles!
This has been an announcement from MIA Head SaaM. Now if you'll excuse him, here is a room with a moose