V. The Shitadel

At the top of the Isle of Style stood the Shitadel
The porcelain fortress of King Stink
In its tallest tower
There was a line of prison cells shaped like toilet stalls
How about
Can't Miss Won't Stop?
From Hotshot to Legend: The Dax Pulsar Story
You can't have two little phrases before the title
Dax? Helen? Is that you?
Scoochie Boochie, you son of a bitch
Helen explained how King Stink's Technomancers
Had a force field around the planet that fried all technology
They caught us in a tractor bean on the way down
Scoochie told them how the Technomancers
Had captured him on the Isle of Style
But Ty Dewie managed to escape with a great fart
So, my son is alive
Hello? You sound familiar
My name is Marie. We met at Garcon's funeral on Gluto
You obliterated my apartment with your highly unethical farts
Um, no, I don't think that sounds like me
Maybe your dryer was broken or something?
Where do you think he got his powers?
Oh, shit
Ty Dewie is your son
Are you kidding me?
Ty Dewie doesn't sound anything like me!
Also, isn't he like five?
That wasn't that long ago
Not for you
While you were flying here in hybridspace
We traveled from system to system with the Baby Mama Armada
Trying to track you down
They are waiting in orbit, stuck behind le force field
But Ty Dewie took an escape pod on a joyride
When I followed to rescue him, I was captured
Oh shit, they're here?
What's the Baby Mama Armada?
Who's that now?
I'm Hoogy
Dad?
Oh, shit
Oh, damn. I'm here to rescue you. Hi
Rescue me?
That's nice of you, but I'm 87, dude
What, so I can sit in a different room?
I'm sorry, that's rude
I just... it's funny
What's the Baby Mama Armada?
Oh, nothing. I don't think we're even really talking about
What were we talking about? Something else?
Look, man, I get it
I partied all across the galaxy
I ended up a lonely old fart
Locked in a tower with no really great chips, okay?
Just don't make the same mistakes I did
Get your shit together and raise your son
Um, what if I have thousands?
What?
That's the Baby Mama Armada
It's the fleet
It's like a fleet of the single mothers
And illegitimate children that I've left in my wake
They're after me for trillions in child support
Damn
I mean, damn, dude
You really gotta get your shit together
Suddenly, the wall exploded, leaving a fart-shaped hole
Hi, I'm Ty Dewie