Vote Beeblebrox!
He's got two heads, three arms and firm understanding of where his towel is. Yes, you monkeys insisted on getting the president wrong twice in row, the least you can do is get the galactic government in order by voting for The Big Z, the hoopiest frood to seek office since Taft. "Taft?" you sputter? Goddamn right, we say, Taft. You weren't 300+ pounds in 1909 without knowing how to party like flaming bag of tarantulas.
But we digress; this time, vote Beeblebrox.