The first doodinky you need to know about me is that I have exclusively procured the Guiness Book of World Records IQ of … 234. Human beings, compared to me, are considered “Neophytes of Much Lesser Biodegradable Minds.”

Here are some more thingamajigs of interest: I’m a hi-brow, majestically intelligent, and esoterically complicated Cerebral Cortex Princess beyond the scope of all human comprehension. Also, unrelenting ignorance tests my patience to their maximum extension. So please, if you can’t articulate something mentally stimulating, imprison your thoughts and verbalizations. And lastly, I, and I alone, possess the intellect to emancipate humanity from its self-destructive suicidal tendencies.

Now descend cautiously with me into my Cooksie Cuckoo Bird nightmare. When that dunderhead Dum Dum Dodo the brainless superhero first waddled up to me in that slow, goofy-like King of Klutziness style of his, it was “Love at first Dodo sight” for him. He started spouting his nonsensical dodoisms and poetry, which he christened “Lovetry.” I earnestly informed him to, “Enwrap and corral your inconsequential colossally superficial vexatious mandible you numbskull you!” I don’t think he comprehended a monosyllable of what I enunciated.