Once upon a time there was a chopper gang named Nosepickah. NO WAIT! Let's call it SCUL: the happy chopper gang of the earliest part of the 24th century! Yay, super posi! Okay, do we like had a maggot, her name is Masochist, she's cool. So like, we rode these ships and people on the street FREEEKED OWT. That's nothing new, but that don't mean we love it. We really love it. So I't like Megaseth day, and like, he wasn't here, but he says "when it's Megaseth Day, you will know!" Aint that the truth! Megaseth is 200 feet tall, and fire comes out of hid hu-man exaust port! WEYYYUUW! Our destination was classified when we left, but later we realized it was all about dumpin' fuel! And to lay skids across the Boston Marathon finish line. Both objectives were easy. Then Appleseed CRUSHED the living daylights out of poor MMC SwampThing with his mighty girth! Boy oh boy that pilot is massive! So like, he's BIG! And that mast is tiny! THE END! We fixed it as best as we could, but you know how it is. I mean, take a look at the guy! BEEFCAKE CITY! Anyway, we went to the playground, and we played and played and played until we decided to go home and then the ST's we're like "MOVE IT ALONG!" which was great! So we went to MIT to dump more fuel and ride down the stairs. Then we went back to base THE END.