And then a giant Tonberry walks up and says "Hey, that there is me knife!" He stabs the pope with another knife and eats pie.

The Pope takes out the knife, throws it aside, then plugs himself some tortoise with his trusty .45.

Under the massive pie, an old voice says, "Does anyone else smell pie?"

The pie comes to life, then proceeds to eat the pope. "Yum... tastes like chicken...."

Luckily when the pie came to life, it moved off of the old man. He proceeds to pull a grenade launcher out and blow the pie to bits. The old man then takes a bit of crust and filling, bites it, then says, "Bah, cherry. Where I come from, the only good pie is a chocolate pie! Or a dead pie. Or a gold pie. Or a pie filled with money! Or a lemon-marange pie. Or..."

"Or a lemon-marange pie. Or..."

at that moment the old man's small intestine, in a moment of divine clairity, reached up and strangled him to death, saving all of humanity from the old man's ramblings.

The Pop bursts out of the pie like a giant Chestburster and clubs the old man to death with the butt of his .45

"Nobody blows my pie... and lives! Say, what is this white stuff?"

And douglas adams rolled over in his grave. In the mean time a ninja flipped out an killed everyone. in the world except for some beautigul women to sleep with to repopulate his ninja clan. Now that's real ultimate power.

A black helicopter appears out of nowhere and proceeds to blast everything that moves, before it lands, picks up the old man, and leaves.

five years ago, when the weapons manufacturer was asembling thier rockets, a coked up line worker didnt properly insert the arming mechanisms. after the black helicopter blasted everything in sight and started to fly away, the faulty rockets exploded and took the whole front half of the copter with it.