It's late, the street is dark except for a lone street lamp making ever shrinking circles of daylight on the pavement below. Buildings loom overhead like lumbering giants. The tops are invisible as they merge with the blackness of night. Two mysterious robed figures emerge from a door just off the sidewalk. They mutter back and forth in almost undetectable whispers. Down the block, hidden in shadows, a sleek figure dressed in black takes a few glamtastic leaps and is upon the robed figures so fast they are helpless to react. Poof, goes a glitterbomb. The two Hi/Fi executives are left looking blankly at the Glam Man's ebon fingernails. They follow his fingers like cats follow a flashlight shining on a wall. Glam Man points at the ground and they obediently plop into a sitting position. Glam Man points a little to the left and the two exects promply scoot over so as to be right under the lone streetlamp. Glam Man sits next to them and begins to apply the eyeliner. As homely as these two trolls are, they look better.

Knowing that he has these trolls glamorized, Glam Man looks into the Hi/Fi exects eyes and thats it for them. They start babbling about how sorry they are. How they will pull the unauthorized album from the shelves. And of course, they will.

Once the Glam Man has you under his spell, nothing can stop you from doing everything possible to make the world a better place. For these two buffoons, It's the start of a long road. They'll go back to their stinky cavelike den and stop all sales of Glam Mans ill gotten music.

These poor diicks later release a statement saying how sorry they are for trying to exploit such a wonderful person. They fall in line with the rest of humanity and join the Starship Lambert. They carry glitter sticks in their pockets. They giggle like school kids when they see anything related to Glam Man.

(Glam Man has glamorized millions with his over the top performances. Imgine our boy focusing his glam ability directly at you. Would you have a chance? Or would you melt faster than the polar ice caps?

After Glamorizing the two trolls from Hi/Fi, Glam Man Thunderglammed to the North Pole. The Air ionized as a thundering roar echoed through the endless daylight. Glam Man, instantly appeared in an eruption of glitter. The glitter formed a surfboard shaped pedestal about two feet above the ground, Glam Man moved along the white landscape, riding his Glitterboard with the ease of a pleasant dream. Our hero espy'd a small Igloo. The only place left on earth where he can sit alone for a few moments.

Sitting here in his igloo, Glam Man doesn't even compare how all Earth's compass's are pointing at him right now, with how all the hearts of his fans are pointed at him too. But the earths magnitism along with his Glam Man magnitism couple together giving Glam Man vision into the stars. Without fanfare, Glam Man see's to Mars. He See's the martian armoda Heading towards earth. He see's his day getting a little hectic.

Nothing to do but head straight for the intergalactic war machine. He Thunderglams to the dark side of the moon. Here, he formulates his plan. On Earth, with earthlings, our hero would just wave a hand, glamortize the shiit right of them, and still have time to go shopping before the show. He ponders, he fidgets, He knows theres only one thing to do….It's time to Glamortize!