This kid was minding his own business walking down the dark deserted street humming to power rangers, when suddenly he hears the evil sins of grammar nazism and arena record boasting. His got kid sensors were getting got with got kids that he knew he had to get to keep them from getting got by other got kids.

He knew time was of the essence, and he ran for the nearest got kid, pulling out his trusty shovel. 

But surprise! He saw a surgeon split into halves blundering about that which his got kid senses had so keening gotten kid about. He could feel the evil flowing from this kid getter, and he knew...

[i]It was time to get kid...[/i]