Most Extreme

Extreme doors are opened and the epic battle between good and evil swings into colossal destructive action breaking jaws and cracking skulls. Power forces chain reactions and molten lightning rains up from the earth toward the sky. Demons and dragons stalk men like helpless mice writhing in traps, quivering in the cowardess of certain death fate explosion.

The funktastic magic mustard truck drove 20,000 kilometers swerving at sonic speeds and diving down chunky stone cliff side mountain roads with funky finesse. the highest winds in the world breathing down the back of Death Eater Peter the Supernova Navigator and making his microscopic hairs raise. "Saddlebag turbo teeter and tumble time sweeps this planet faster than a galactic solar blast blazing lightyears away and colliding with infinte possibility potential. Shit, we need gas!" says Pete. Rita Frida Pork Monkey Sunflower Punk counts the stars and pinpoints a BP 13 kilometers away. "We'll never make it Supernova Navigator!" The gas light fails and the future is fleeting. "When the nightfalls and doom welts my soul with a fishhook and copper wire i cry conquered kingdom moat tear drops and wail deep dinosaur extinction sob story sounds like Pickakwehh Pow Wew Wehhh!"