VIRUS time was a special time for OOKLA THE MOK. After a madcap day spent tumbling in the ball pit at CHUCK E. CHEESE and pumping pine scented ass gnomes backstage at VIBE, NOTC's very own sharp-dressed Mok was psyched up about our midnight screening. He got so damn excited, in fact, that he felt the need to express his feelings in this charming little scrapbook collection . So long after the shit stops smoking and the laughter fades away, Ookla's VIRUS scrapbook will long remain a testament to the power of the atom. Enjoy... and have pity on the sick.

The views expressed in OOKLA THE MOK'S VIRUS SCRAPBOOK are solely those of OOKLA THE MOK. They do not, in any way represent the attitudes of NIGHT OF THE CREEPS as a whole. However, they do represent the attitudes of CIRCUIT CITY (where service is state of the art) and those of the mysterious JUNGLE GYMNOSPERM FEDERATION.

LIFE ON EARTH IS IN FOR A MOK