Chikara snapped his mask back on, turned on the light, and cleared the bodies out to the hallway. He layed Araeana on the couch in the small apartment as he gathered the last of his things from the place, that he wanted. He sat and looked at Araeana... and thought.
A long time ago... In... 1987... Came the world's greatest Sci-Fi spoof from a Jewish Man's Basement. Long Live President Scroob.