Ripped from the pages of a tattered 50's adventure comic, Don Limpio has finally returned from the future past arm in arm with cadres of techno bunnies and pixel perfect glow-in-the-dark frogs in an attempt to match his day light frequenceies. Meanwhile, Red Rover Red Rover has sent Alice on over to a crowded post office over lunch break as we peaked out into the artifical nuclear night. Strange phosphoressent shadows fell from the clouds as genetic titans lept among the birds. Day on or day off, though still illegal, this humble space organism shines the blinding light of truth upon government gangsters and disinfomation age myths. The titans will fall.