MegaMan Will Be Watching!

 I struggled to release myself from the tape that bound my hands, but I failed even with my super strength.

How was possible?

Utilizing some type of super material in the production of this so called "duck tape", the Earthlings have discovered a weakness even I didn't know about. Were the utilizing some super hormone or emission from ducks?

Sick perverted Earthlings.

I decided that staying away from ducks in the future-as they may be dangerous-would be in my best interest. As the epic battle raged before me, I continued to twist and turn, futilely.

Men screamed.

Ladies cried.

At the onset it appeared to be a stalemate. Each moment a new skirmish started and another ended. I could not fathom the mayhem. I wondered if by some perverted twist of fate I was watching the beginning of the end.

Could this be it? The end of the world and I was restrained and forced to watch the perverted brawl pitting busts of silicone against against jocks on steroids.

Was this the end?

I watched as the brawling continued. Then a strange maneuver by the Lingerie team. As the Lingerie team removed their protective chest garments-the jocks from the NFL instantly entered a zombie like state of paralysis. 

This entire debacle although nearly a total waste of my time answered one puzzling idiosyncrasy of Earthling social behavior-why woman aren't allowed in combat. The female species gifted with these powerful weapons would tip the balance of any confrontation making any battle nearly impossible to continue. Perhaps I had found the key to peace on Earth.


Although the site was pleasant to my eyes, the debilitating effect upon earth's male species and its unpleasant symptoms-uncontrollable leakage from the side of the mouth, zombie like stare, mumbling, loss of confidence and ability to think-these were only my initial observations.  A moment of pity and sadness for the warriors embraced me and nearly produced leakage from my eyes, but my sense of duty and commitment helped me regain control.

I understood now, the fear the NFL and Peyton Manning had for these deceptively delicate creatures. Who needs muscles and brains with weapons as devastating breasts.

I made a mental note of the devastation and the symptoms. Then decided it would be best to study this phenomenon further and at a later date. Surmising that the liquid seeping from the sides of the NFL players mouths perhaps contributed to their inability to formulated any coherent words, I decided to turn away from these glands of annihilation.


Things such as"Ohmmgos" and"Nthe.."

The lingerie ladies subdued there adversaries. Then confronted me.

"So your MegaMan.." A lady with what I surmised had a weapon capable of inducing permanent disabilities  based on the proportions-that is if size is the determining factor. Being unsure of this I decided to simply make a mental note of this and study this phenomenon at a later date.

The immediate crisis demanded escape. Then returning to my duties of saving the world..

"Ah yes I am..."

I was interrupted by a chubby looking gentleman, with small vision enhancing lenses resting upon a bowling ball head.

As he spoke I tried to warn him of the devastating effect of these weapons. " Don't look at the Boobs.." I yelled.

The man in a commanding lisp responded. "Oh dear God no..The President would like to see you again MadMan..What nice tights you have on, I do so like the red and yellow leggins... oh..uh..Hi I'm Representative Barney Frank..we'd like to see you.."

"It seems your Monster Insurance has come under the scrutiny of my committee and the President would like to talk with you on this smoking thing...so come along now..."