Live from Satellite Five, here's your evening's host... MOJO!

"Good evening ladies and germs, welcome to the start of tonight's broadcast. Tonight we have something exciting for you, a preview of our new spring lineup of shows to our already popular hits How I Met Your Mutant, Survivor: The Ninth Ring of Hell, Knight Bamfer, and Wheel of Mojo. I ( Read more... )

"The TROOP of HIGHly poTEntially exPLOsive TECHno-orGANIc CONstructs?" the Supreme Programmar shrieked.

"Yes, Your Lardness."

"Two Big Furry MONsters?"

"Of course ,Your Rotundity."

"Those deLIGHTful little cosmic-irRADiated fiery PLAYthings from the Earth-457 Torchworld?"

"Yes, Your Spinelessness. Everything we can reliably send away from our ( Read more... )

They hadn't had much of a chance to advertise, given how quickly they had to come up with a plan and put it into motion. That doesn't they didn't advertise. During Mojo's higher rated shows, the signal was hijacked for a few seconds and this was displayed. It was enough to generate some buzz among the viewers, but tonight would be their big debut ( Read more... )

The delivery woman --her outfit looked fairly generic, but an extremely knowledgable observer might note the discreet insignia of the LLL interdimensional couriers -- who rang the doorbell at Xavier's carried a clipboard and a stack of seven large envelopes.

To whomever opened the door, the woman announced matter-of-factly "I need these signed for ( Read more... )

A pair of diisgusting fingers snapped wildly just as a shriek pierced the air.
"DOMO! Just WHAT are these NUMbers?"

"The current market share, Your Lardness. And the ratings for our previous headlining programs."

"ImPOSSIBLE! What about the NEW lines?"

"Failed, Your Rotundity. You cancelled them all."

"This canNOT be HAPpening! Not to ME! " A pause for ( Read more... )

He doesn't know how long they've been on the road since he eviscerated four members of the Hand in front of the small motel; but he's kept off the main highways, winding a treacherous path through small settlements and past snow-drifted, abandoned gas stations. The bloodstains on his jacket and shirt have gathered their own coating of frost in the ( Read more... )

Rogue swallows, looking around, taking a few moments to catch her breath. Not that she really needs to breathe in here but well, the metaphor holds strongly ( Read more... )

... through the minefield that is her mental landscape ( Read more... )