MegaMan Will Be Watching!

I apologize for the diversion that I'm taking, but I find that as my popularity grows, also do my responsibilities. My last post had me identifying a possible flaw in the packaging of cigarette's.

This I believe is quite possibly a conspiracy by one group or another to destroy the human race using subterfuge. In essence the Surgeon General,who this General is I'm uncertain. But of this I do know; he has posted warnings on cigarettes and these warnings falsely stipulate`the hazards of cigarette smoking.

I have through my keen sense determined this to be false. Reading my previous post will get you up-to-date.

Anyway, my diversion happened during my efforts to locate the Surgeon General.

"Mam..may I borrow your cell phone it's an emergency." I asked the kindly looking young lady sitting next to me in the park. I spent much time contemplating my next move and decided that utilizing the long range communication devices, Earthlings call cell phones would be my best choice. I was committed to find this warrior Surgeon. I thought this an odd combination a Surgeon and a General, but perhaps only a deranged mind such as this could come up with a devious plot such as mislabeling cigarettes and getting countless smokers to quit merely to destroy humanity.

Truly a sick despicable individual.

As I began placing my call a stranger approached me. He seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place his face. Later, I learned he is a superstar, in stature and popularity approaching my own.

"You MegaMan..You don't look like any kind of superhero that I've ever seen before, but you come highly recommended. So.." The tall muscular gentleman in a deep commanding tone confronted me, hesitating for a moment contemplating his next statement.

"Yes I'm MegaMan..they call me a Madman.."

"Yeh, Yeh..You need to come with us, we have a most pressing matter that needs your attention." He said cutting me off rudely.

"I'm sorry, but I'm on a project of dire importance to the salvation of planet Earth..it seems that your smoking sticks or cigarettes as they are called have been mislabeled making earthlings believe that they are in fact hazardous to their health..and if you follow my writings..."

"Hey you Mad?" the man said. "Listen my Name is Peyton Manning and I'm a big time football star for the Indianapolis Colts..and you have been recommended to me and my associates to save the National Football League." Peyton Manning as he identified himself responded not in the confident voice he'd used only moments ago, but in a dejected almost embarrassed voice.

I felt sorry for him instantly. But I had my priorities and saving the NFL, whatever that might be, would have to wait.

"I was prepared for your refusal..unfortunately I don't think you understand the importance of this endeavor. You must come." he spoke more determined now, but still my mind was made up.

"I'm sorry..but.."

I watched as Peyton Manning motioned to a black van parked about a half block away. The van sped to a halt 10 yards from myself and Mr.Manning. The door opened. Men from the NFL, flew out.

They attacked me.
 
Sandwiched between two giants, I dropped.

Ladies screamed.

Peyton barked orders.

My head throbbed .

I was dragged into the van.

Iin the van, two football thugs from the NFL, wrapped my hands in duck tape behind my back. My mouth was duct taped.

The tires screeched signaling a dramatic increasing speed gravity sensing the opportunity of my weakened state pulled me to the floor. I banged my head.

We drove for about half an hour. Then stopped.

"Ok here's the problem." Peyton Manning showed me a report. With some excellent undercover reporting Tricia from Everything Bikini has the full story. (Warning: if seeing scantily clad women in shoulder pads in and helmets offends you please read on or if seeing scantily clad women in shoulder pads and helmets sounds more appealing than this site, please stay here.)

" I fail to see ...."

 Peyton slapped me across the face. As he raised his arm to slap me again a garrote resembling a pair of pink panties wrapped around his neck.


 Peyton turned as blue as the Indianapolis Colts jersey he wore.

Hundreds of scantily clad women in lingerie, football helmets and shoulder pads screamed onto the scene . Peyton dropped to the floor, out of breathe as the linebackers in lingerie and muscle-heads of the NFL began to clash.

 Screams and grunts filled the air as the battle for the hearts and minds of every red-blooded American male raged.

Would hooters and Hormones win the hearts and minds of American teenage fantasies? Or the dreams of being a macho and muscular football star with the NFL fill their dreams?

I suspect on this battle field much was at stake.

As the carnage continued, a man dressed sharply, with bold tinted sunglasses, dropped from a whole in the roof with a Mega Phone blaring.."excuse me Ladies in Lingerie and Men from the NFL.

Like someone had hit the pause button the fighting stopped. 

"I'll let you get back to your carnage in a moment." The rapper continued. "but let me just say MegaMan the Madman has one of the greatest blogs I've seen this year."


Thank You..The man bolted from the riot. 

For a moment the rioters looked at each other, frozen in punches,bites,scratches and kicks, then a scream and a crack and the fighting continued.

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 In Washington the President received a briefing from one of his newly appointed czars. Dutifully named the Jackass Identification, Tracking and Czar.

 "That jackass Kanye West is at it again?"