IT WAS A BRISK DAY ON EARTH, PLANET OF HUMANITY AND THERE WERE CARTOONS FUCKING EVERYWHERE. Michael Jordan was running from them with a baseball bat in one hand and a basketball in the other, “WELCOME TO THE SLAM” he exclaimed as he threw a basketball at a zombie Yosemite Sam, blowing his face into oblivion, “IS IT OVER” Michael Jordan asked as he dribbled the bat, or at least tried to. It actually just fell to the ground but the point is, Yosemite Sam’s face came back together like T-1000 and he said, “You can’t kill toons, Mikey.” The look on Jordan’s face was a mixture of disgust and horniness. He began running for his life again as the middle-aged redneck stereotype shambled after him. He had no more weapons so he pulled out his favorite drink of choice, grape drank and a pack of Salems, “Now’s a better time than ever to start smoking” he said as he sat down and waited for the inevitable.