Chikara ran straight out of the apartment, and was half-way down the corridor before Araeana was clear of the apartment door. "HURRY UP!" He ran back to her, and gripped her wrist. "MOVE!" he shouted. He dragged her down the corridor, bones splintering and flying every which-way.
A long time ago... In... 1987... Came the world's greatest Sci-Fi spoof from a Jewish Man's Basement. Long Live President Scroob.