After not winning an award last year, I have triumphantly bounced back to claim my third year of winning three awards!!!!!!!! Life is good.
*Ransac decides to take this moment to tap dance the flamingo. Sixteen-thousand, three-hundred ninety-six midgets run up and pummel him to get him to stop, but it's just not enough. Tony Blair declares war on Ransac and crumpets. Spiderman doesn't look good in pink. And, the dance is over. Ransca takes and bow and is promptly knocked unconscious by a masked stranger wielding a lead rabbit. His body is then drug out, marking the first time since last year that Ransac had ventured outside of the award's hall. He needs a shower, too.*
Ransac, cpa trash man