A strange calm had settled over the Ghetto. S'een-I-S'een, preoccupied with BobDole's jock itch, took no notice of the unshinyneatojimbotrotsky-ish music blaring from a nearby shit pit. Jacob percieved it merely as suspicious, and began to investigate. Young Jacob, venturing into the feces-encrusted domicile, stumbled upon perhaps the most horrifying sight of his life: Skittles. "Let us disco!" cried S'een-I-S'een and began to boogie the night away. Jacob was quite frightened at this spectacle and backed off. Jacko took his place. "I love the children," he purred. "Now pick up the soap!" The Samurai Pizza Katz were joyous at this proposition, and leaped from their repective television programs to the disco floor. Heavy-D landed with a thump. So did the Boyz, but we won't talk about that. Tinky-Winky grinned at Howie Mandel, who was busy having a "conversation" with Mr. Hankie. James Cameron's Titanic Explorer took a wrong turn and decided to explore BUTTT SATAN instead.The proctologist was standing by. "BRING IN GODZILLA!" he exclaimed. Jacko seemed very interested at the happenings, while somehow managing to look up Richard Nixon's dress. S'een-I-S'een became convinced that, contrary to what he had been led to believe by the Kapitalist propoganda machine, was, in fact, not Greek. He decided to Jump Start First Grade! And ate those blasted skittles. Jos'ef the disgruntled law student went postal and mooned the teacher, as well as the Amyrlin Seat, which was suddenly the Toilet Seat, for reasons even Robert Jordan can't fathom. A drummer was heard choking on his own vomit in the distance. And the people did grin. And they feasted upon the fruit bats, and breakfast cereals, and orangutangs, and trolls (TWO!), und ein stuck katze sheisse.