Commander Keen follows the policebeings. "Let's stop at Dunkin' Donuts,"says the first one. "Aye,"says the second. "Earthboy can wait outside,"says the first. The two policebeings enter a Dunkin' Donuts across the street. Commander Keen waited outside. He would play a game, but finds it hard to play Chess or any other intellectual game. Then he hears a voice behind him. "Yo, punk,"says the voice."This is our turf. And you best be leavin' it." Commander Keen whirls around to face his challenger. Street-gang scum. Time to think of a comeback.


"Yo' mamma be fat!"
"Your turf?"