I am the Master of my Universe.
An upright prince, I set out at dawn from Grayskull.
On the bus, Skeletor takes my seat.
We battle.
His reports are late.
He stops my package at customs.
He takes the last donut.
My Power-Sword has made me mighty, but it is only a half.
How do you defend Eternia with with less than a whole?
Where is my Battle-Cat? Where is my Man-At-Arms?
They are on Facebook.
They like my status.
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