"No, my frightningly sexy friend, but your tied in for first place with a video of a kitten chasing an rc car." Bob Saget steps out the wall like a specter, and instantly he freaks the **** out. "THERE IS **** EVERYWHERE! THERE **** ON THE WALLS! THERES **** ON THE CIELING! THERE **** ON THE FLOOR! MY **** GOD! THE ROOM IS FULL OF ****! and now a word from our sponsors. ****!!" While Bob Saget was freaking out over the mass of ****, blood, entrails, and other niceties, zombie Barney Fife went around the room and ripped any of the survivors heads off, except for ghost rider, since he was already dead to begin with and was currently chasing his skull down a flight of stairs that went on for miles. "Dog gone it Bob, well never get my cock puppet back goin at this rate... I sure wish andys kid were here so I could hulk fist his tiny little **** for giving us that false tip. I suppose this guy'll have to do."

Barney picked up the surprisingly enough still breathing, but heavily charred body of Myb Lured. "Why hello there Myb! Fancy meeting you here! Now take it up the **** like a good cock puppet, we're goin to have ourselves a little show!" Bob brought out the video camera while Myb Lured was painfuly raped in his seventh degree burnt ****. "OH GOD! NOT MY SPINE! DONT RAPE MY-" He was promptly donkey punched in the back of the head, which was enough to snap the few remaining nerves that kept his charcoaled **** alive. "Ah, dagnabit... Now look what you made me do! Oh well... Now I have two puppets to play with, Bob are you getting this on video yet?"

As Myb Lured was getting rammed in the **** and in the spine, Ballin wasn't having the best of luck either. As soon as Arnold had come through the little white square, the Govenator proceeded to rape him in the nostrils with lit cigars, a barrel of piss, and threw crap into a fan that was aimed at him, all the while recording it for a super viral video on youtube. "Now bark... Bark like you want to live!" Anrold shouted through a megaphone as Ballin had been dressed in a bright pink and surper frilly tutu and forced to super glue his testicles to the business end of a four gigawatt generator for the city of Las Vegas. "now scream out that you like to spank yourself with a white hot iron rod, then shove catirpillars up your ****.... Do it! DO IT NOW!" Ballin had come to the swift and decisive conclusion that Arnold was even worse then Barney Fife. "If you dont do it now, I'll be backing that sweet little candy **** of yours onto my cuban cigar...NOW DO IT! DO IT NOW!"

Ballin was even more humiliated when his dad dropped by to see what all the ruckus was that he heard in his room. "WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON IN HERE!? And why is the Govenator in your room?" Mr. Ballin shouted with the fury of god in his voice. "Mr. Ballin sir," Arnold began to say calmly, "My relationship to power and authority is that I'm all for it." Mr. Ballin was listening intently now as Arnold slowly walked behind him and placed both hands gently on his shoulders. "People need somebody to watch over them, like your son for example, and I was just teaching him that ninety-five percent of the people in the world need to be told what to do and how to behave." Mr. Ballin was very impressed with the gavenators approach to teaching people how to behave. But he wasn't really sure what the lesson had to do with giving fathers of pupels soothing back rubs. "Well, carry on... I guess." Ballin slapped his forhead as Arnold smiled evil and started raping his dads geriatric anal retentive ****. "Now then, dance like a monkey with his balls on fire, or I sink thirteen more inches into your father like i did to the border crossings patrol. As you can see here Mr. Ballin, you both are now my personal cock puppets."