Commentary: "Portenti insidiosi erat, post meridiem alioqui clementem, supra in caelo, intra intestina vigorata Satellitis Amoris, sine monitu vel auxilio ab ullo noto propugnaculo sympatheiae .... Michael obtinuit subvestimenta putrida a fonte recondito mali. Deinde magno cum sultu ululatuque exhibuit et ostentavit culum suum nove vestitum et partes privatas. Tum amici mechanici eius congregati magnopere confusi sunt, ut aptum est sensitivis roboticis machinis. 'Damnati sumus,' exclamavit Corvus. 'Circuitus meus collabitur magna desperatione,' doluit Gypseia quae in extremis erat. 'Vado sine mora ex hoc loco,' ululavit Servus humiliatus, et accensit machinam ad propellandum. 'O, nunc attractor virilis pullularum vere sum,' risit Michael, ignorans dolorem quem ipse casu inflammavit."
Translation: "It was of insidious portent, on an otherwise clement afternoon, up in the sky, within the vigorous bowels of the Satellite of Love, bereft of warning or succor from any known bulwark of sympathy. Mike acquired noxious undergarments from an illusive source of villainy, and proceeded to model and display his newly attired rump and personal area with great capering and hooting. His assembled mechanical friends were then thrown ino massive malfunctioning as befits sensitive robotic devices. 'We are damned!', cried Crow. 'My circuitry is crashing with much despair!', shrieked Gypsy in extremis. 'I'm outta here!', howled a humiliated Servo, igniting his launcher. 'Oh man, I am a studly chick magnet, now!', chortled Mike, oblivious to the suffering he had inadvertedly enkindled."
"It's high-larious!" -Michael J. Nelson