Written by Declan ProudJesus Fuck, King Of Space had perfected his master plan.
Having spent several hours, or 'Space Years', in his local hyperpark, he had collected enough robodog shit to smear under the handles of his co-workers car doors.
"This'll cunting grob their hang!" he cried in his broken, nonsensical Standard Galaxian. Severe learning difficulties had turned this mild-mannered spaceplumber into believing he was Jesus Fuck, King of Space, and Ruler of All Time.