[[Archbishop Triceratops stands on a pile of broken killer robots.]]
Luthor: You ecumenifools! There are more where those came fro…
Archbishop Triceratops: Ecce, stolide…Raptor Iesu.
[[Luthor looks at Archbishop Triceratops’ picture of the feathered Raptor Jesus.]]
Luthor: NO! NOOOOOOOOO!
[[Luthor flies away on a jetpack.]]
Urban IX: Thanks dawg. You saved our primate behinds.
[[Archbishop Triceratops is producing a paddle from his robe.]]
Archbishop Triceratops: Id elit. Nunc tempus vobis ad solvendum poenitentiam.
THE END?!?!?
