Super cup

M (also known as Dr. T, praise be unto him and his seed) switches on his new five-hundred and seven inch super high definition plasma laser blue ray 1080081i television hooked up to a receiver the size of a furnace, with speakers hanging from every single corner of the windowless room and a sub-woofer that turns the couch into a massage chair, to watch a five foot tall bundle of talent, formerly known as [[unprintable unicode character]] sing old songs to show off his solid vocals to a large crowd in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Afterwards, M watches some very funny programming interspersed with conversations between large men in fancy suits, heavy makeup, and some with garish ties. The men furiously over-analyze a sporting event with the firm belief that reckless and incessant usage of jargon combined with forceful, spit-shower talking will justify their disproportionately large paychecks.

There are heart warming tales told by teary-eyed mothers of their underprivileged kids who have overcome supreme obstacles and unbelievable odds to save the world on this, the holiest of holy days.

Also shown are some scenes of football, played in a Florida downpour.

M's Insignificant Aide (Ia, curses unto her and her ignorant lot) ventures a hesitant question, after waiting long for the right moment: "What is this super cup XLI sire?"

M's grip on the remote tightens instinctively. He turns around and glares at Ia with his glowing eyes.

Ia is atomized in an instant.