There once was a man with a weird fetish. He liked to window shop for Colanders. In itself this seems a bit harmless until you add in the fact that he had to put them on his head and try them out for size...
...and then he joined the collective...
All was well until the rest of his family was assimilated...
...I was sitting here minding my own business wondering about what murdering bastard to write about when in walks another member of the collective....
Holy Crap said I in 100 words by god...!
Re-Pete, a Pot-Head? Heavens to Betsy!
(I blame myself.)