The clicking vultures, picking over the organs in dead bodies of
dreams. They'll kill Kid Fantastic, then gorge on his organs and wear
his protuberances.

There is a tribe of evil women just looking to fertilize their
ova and go to sleep for a retirement's age. Along with them, of course,
their counterparts, the tribe of evil men just looking to make money
and play sports.

All Hail The Weird! It's such a good thing there are wildcards,
it's a good thing we're all unique and not stamped out at the
fleshfactory, at the bacteria facteria. The Refractory Cafeteria,
swimming in bacteria? We live in a pulsing, aerobic matrix of bacteria
at all times, so...dig it, Lucretius.