I have a dream.

I have a dream that one day this galaxy will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “Kill, Kill, Kill!!!”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Klaxxion 4, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to fight together in the galactic war.

I have a dream that one day even the Universe of Shablammo, a ’vers sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of their bodily functions, will be transformed into an oasis of peace.

I have a dream that my four Chango babies will one day live on a moon where they will not be judged by the number of their mouths but by the number of Jalis they obtain.

I have a dream that one day, down in Klaxxion 7, with its vicious galaxists, with its emperess having her various moths dripping with the words “Kill” and “Dirty Humans”— one day right there in Klaxxion 7 little alien boys and alien girls will be able to join hands with human children as soldiers.

I have a dream today!