Mark Mallory was Born in Ann Arbor Michigan Funk upon a time
In the days of the Funkapus
The concept of specially-designed Afronauts
Capable of funkatizing galaxies
Was first laid on man-child
But was later repossessed
And placed among the secrets of the pyramids
Until a more positive attitude
Towards this most sacred phenomenon
Clone Funk
Could be acquired...
There in these terrestrial projects
It would wait, along with its co-inhabitants of kings and pharaohs
Like sleeping beauties with a kiss
That would release them to multiply
In the image of the chosen one... Mark Mallory and Funk is it's own reward. May I frighten you?