World Domination

Ok...so check this:

I think I decided tonight that I'm gonna take over the world. So me and this song and these voices in my head are gonna tell you a story...

First...I'd order a pizza. Then have myself a drink or three. Then I'd order a pizza for the president. And he'd like it. BUT...he wouldn't be able to eat it at his desk...cuz he can't get pizza juice all over his important papers or treaties or letters or comic books or color-by-numbers that he's got layin out on the desk (although I guess he wouldn't just have that shit out layin around...it it should be in a drawer or a file or safely stashed away on an Etch-A-Sketch...or maybe a Magna-Doodle...remember that shit, damn it was sweet. Or maybe instead of all this I should give the President a magna-doodle mini as a gift..and then just politely ask for the keys to the world. But, nah...I'm huntin' for like straight up human control type shit.) Ok ok...at any rate, back to the pizza theory. I order the president his pizza and it gets to his desk...and he can't eat there, so he has to go the White House dining room. And then the aliens (the space kind...not the Mexican kind) that I hired before will descend upon the White House and fetch up the President. Then I'll let the aliens chill in the White House for a few...then I'll make them leave. "But Katie...how will you this?" you ask. Easy...first I'll ask them to leave. If they refuse...we'll battle. If that doesn't work I'll just pour water on them. Mel Gibson did it...so since I saw it in the movies....it's gotta be true. But then once I've rescued the world from the aliens...I will become the ultimate power and ruler. And they shall call me Sheba.

And Nate-O...you can finally have those people of Micronesia build you the cream cheese statue....as long as you find me some gorgeous Hawaiian native men to build me a statue of ice cream...and sprinkles....