"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Doctor Com hits the ground, fortunately mostly unharmed.
"Uhh! I'm gonna have to climb this again."
Doctor Com climed to the top of the roof again, and, once he re-wrote his earlier message.
I would like to point out that I was brutally murdered twice by a group of evil inept sciantists who's groups name was 'Lovemuffin' in my underware viva being used as a pinyata while it was shown on live TV to three whole universes... Then the proceded to cook my body in a deep compressor, and send it to me VIVA email. My career as a salesman was ruined because of it. I had to go into politics because of that! I became president of the internet, a job that is pretty much a joke, only serving to be there. I usualy have at least 3 assasination atempts on me per year. My home world was also destroyed by 'Lovemuffin.' You complain, I had worse. Thats just the tip of the iceberg.
He lays the message on Joes shoulder, "Sorry joe. I didn't laugh. I've honestly fought weirder, more lethal enamies. One was an army of evil robot turtle dinosaurs who fought viva bad music... They killed three trillion people."