Our names are Mojo and VooDoo. We are currently Tzars of a small country which we call Tennessee, however we are always looking to expand. We must admit we are ruthless leaders and will shed blood on any fool who opposes us. We have certain constituents whom we prefer to torture more than most - namely, that tall woman the smelly K9 calls "mom" and the smaller woman. They both provide ample opportunity for ambush and scare tactics. We do feel that we have a soft spot for the tall man. However the little man is the most subservient slave... he is the cook and my janitor!

Rest assured - no dominion is safe while we continue to exist. The Borg have nothing on us, baby! When you see my evil eyes shine you had better beware. Oh, and death to those who refer to me with any of the following terms: cute, pretty, handsome, beautiful, and 'awe, lookit da kitty witty'. I shall not tolerate such blatant disrespect. The world will get along just fine with me... once they learn to worship me!