What did Michael Jordan like to put on his toast for breakfast? Space Jam. But even those aliens have nothing on Myrdok. Standing at over 7 feet tall, with abs for days and muscles the size of my legs, this red-scaled monster rescues me and tells me I’m his fated mate. Girl, please. Fated mate? I’m a modern woman. I don’t want no scrubs. But then the Grolgath savages come after me and Myrdok shows me just how non-scrub he is. Who knew there were aliens living among us? They have American Express platinum cards and big Rocky Mountain bases and holo disguises. A girl could get used to this. No lie. I’ve been heartbroken before. And I’m not going to say oops if I do it again. Especially if its to a rich, handsome, barbarian brute like Myrdok of Vakutan. But even he needs one thing to be a perfect man for the 90s. What is it? An AOL account!