Prelude

Funk upon a time In the days of the Funkapus The concept of specially-designed Afronauts Capable of funkatizing galaxies Was first laid on man-child But was later repossessed And placed among the secrets of the pyramids Until a more positive attitude Towards this most sacred phenomenon, Clone Funk, Could be acquired (we want the funk, give up the funk) There in these terrestrial projects It would wait, along with its coinhabitants of kings and pharoahs Like sleeping beauties with a kiss That would release them to multiply In the image of the chosen one: Dr Funkenstein. And funk is its own reward. May I frighten you?