MONTHS! MONTHS it has been! Months since we, the loyal, were promised the opportunity to grind Earth Planet beneath the heels of our jackboots! Months since the promise of an incipient fascist world-state to outlast humanity!
Lord Zoltan! Hear the cry of your people! Come forth, Lord Zoltan!, from your space trireme, and reduce the puny empires of earth planet to their component atoms! Leave no two stones atop one another!
Impose your "benevolent" depotism from horizon to horizon! Delegate authority to we, your whimpering syncophants and lickspittles, that we may exact terrible revenge upon those who have wronged thy mighty name! Erect temples to yourself in every metropolis, that sacrifices may be made!
Let the oceans boil! Let the mountains be made level! Let the heat seeking moisture missile be launched! Let swarms of nanorobots chase thy enemies through the streets! Let objects fall UP into the sky! Let spontaneous human combustion become so commonplace that small children and midgets are sold as disposable lighters!
Location: Orbiting the Earth planet in ZOLTAN!'s Space Trireme
ZOLTAN! is omnipresent.
ZOLTAN! simply lurks while quietly plotting least efficient methods to destroy the Universe. The blessed virgins of Bokotiki request to perform seuxal favor #31 for CHiPsJr to display appreciation for staying loyal to ZOLTAN!
" Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background of countless minor scenes and interiors, (not the official surface courteousness of the Generals, not the few great battles) of the Secession war; and it is best they should notï¿½the real war will never get in the books." ~ Walt Whitman
Your whole "I dress like an office drone and act respectable and then sit on forum where we discuss urethra fucking and public torture" bit still creeps me out. I bet it would creep out your co-workers even more.