Terry, Chris, or Warren Ts One Sentance Story
 

A tender gracious good yet sexually ambiguous creature named Terry walked into his bosses office to...

Argue against gender specific bathrooms....

His reasoning, you see, was that a man <b>and</b> a woman could simultaneously use the same bathroom - nay, the same <i>toilet</i>! If the woman spreads her legs a bit and sits farther back on the throne, a male can urinate between them into the bowl water below. The saved space could be used for a new server room, which would house E450's loaded with MP3's.

Terry's Boss, Ms. Slimp, pushed back her chair thoughtfully, stood, and slowly moved over to face the young, ambiguously idealistic carpet salesman. At closer inspection she could clearly see that...

... he was also a customer, Ms. Slimp decided to change topics, " That creepy little Jimmy Olson was just in here asking about some criminal mastermind named Warren T..."

...who may be linked to Fantomas, Al-Qaeda, or Lex Luthor, in any event, if you decide to take this mission, you must...

...assume the role of Hélène: The opium-smoking, male-drag-donning, death's-head-tattooed daughter of Fantômas...

Young Terry, visibly moved, whispered, "Fabulous! I love top hats, tails, AND poppies!" Then without further comment, he then spun on his heels and left the office, heading straight for...

...fabulous Broadway! He met her contact a certain Tommy Tune for a...

quick breakfast - (#2, scrambled, coffee regular) at the Cosmic. As they discussed the master plan, Terry, who now introduced himself as Warren, grew to realize he could trust no one but himself. He marveled at Mr. Tune's toast management, the deliberate way in which he ensured that he reserved the last tip of bread to sop up the remaining egg and bacon grease, buffing his plate to a high sheen. Efficient. Warren immediately knew what must be done.

A two hour Scooby Doo, White Shadow made for tv event would have to be organized. He'd need a Mystery Machine, a basketball arena, a small compliant city...

and a whole lot of butter.

With the plan bubbling in his mind, the trembling Warren hoofed it to Rockefeller Center, jumped a NBC intern, swiping her blazer and walkie talkie. He knew he must...

...locate Alan Thicke. Brokaw had seen these kinds of "growing pains" before, patiently explaining the "facts of life" to walkie-talkie wielding Warren. He needed to get to Ontario...