We get a lot of mail here at the ISS. Some of them are from aspiring supervillains, hoping to learn some of the tricks of the trade. Others are from sadly misguided souls attempting to contact the International Space Station. And every now and again, one of them stems from the computer of one of the very simpletons who have incurred our wrath and lived to compose bitchy emails about it. Here, a nude revue's ringmaster/head pimp attempts to justify the frankly unjustifiable strip show Watchwomen. (We reviewed it here, in case you repressed the memory.)

"Mr. Scott Johnston" wrote

I think I missed the "humor" part. Unless there's another definition of humor that means "terror beyond the human mind's ability to withstand". That would explain the continued career of Carrot Top.

I like how you call into question the academic credentials of an online comedy supervillain there.

I've read this sentence five times and I still have no idea what he's trying to say. I like to think that it's something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words.