Thus heralds the triumphant return of All Nerd Review, with trumpets, played by other trumpets which have gained sentience in crazy whacked-out experiments. "Boo biddle OO dee oo DOO!" they cry, secretly planning rebellion against their human oppressors, and small children giggle, and beautiful women weep as All Nerd Review appears in the gilded doorway at the top of the stairs, seeming to glow from within, riding a zebra from Mars, where they grow zebras now.
In his arms, All Nerd Review bears gifts for the waiting public. Gifts from far off-lands, telling tales of ferocious monsters which may or may not have eyes, and of indie rock. Oh, the indie rock he has heard! But these stories will be saved for another time, because now, there is Marvel Legends Ten. Praise be.
Sometimes, I trim my nose hairs with nailclippers.
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