Relief from Anarchical Temptations, Announce I, Professor Pille

Ferdinand Vex has been Lofted to the "Moon"

Following the fortuitous helium-impaled demise of our whole and complete marketing staff, how in the Creatrix's Hallowed Name were we at the Mt. Palomine Institute to prognosticate that an emboldened and vengence-soaked Marketing Sympathizer lurked within our realms?! Our web site was, as the pagans say, Highly-Jacked, for a brief and ill-omen-ed flash of moments, as one may chillingly witness below. This tawdry set of Perfect Examples of a mind and world gone brain-flown and numb-puckered shall remain visible to idle browsers as a Warning and as a Service: permit such atrocities never again! As a post-mortum: Herr Vex has been packed into a mail rocket and posted to the black side of our astronomical neighbor. The "sincerely love-besotted" scoundrel and oaken bucket-of-grease billing himself "Tony Pille" was hustled into a horseless vehicle by security personnel and driven pell-mell to the Peninsula to be shaved and abandoned--sans culottes, and with only a flagon of water and a stale bun for sustenance--in the sunless mosquito-dense birch forests for a fortnight or two...simply to wipe the ludicrous smile from his visage. The hideous, cavernous, and funereal Pille-Marts were, every one, doused and torched, and the smoldering foundations sown with salt. The odd and assorted "products" of this retail abortion--including the fruit gyrators--were flung into the Nautical Abyss to be "consumed" by the less-discerning of the Kraken. I, myself, Antonio Pille happily supervised the kitten-like drowning of the full production run of Zipilatrix Mach III abominations; they were left uneaten by the Kraken, which says much. Now, following this head-aching microscopy-of-a-revolution, a fall backwardly to normalcy!