It's Raining in The Baron's Kitchen!

First off, don't ask why The Baron is at home. The Baron can come home for any reason he likes at any time.

Today, as The Baron was sitting in his magnificent, black rolly chair in front of a lacquered computer, he got a cold, sinking sensation that something was amiss in his domicile.

Acting quickly, The Baron took a fire pole to the secret, sub basement where his hover mobile is stored and rocketed home at 300MPH!

With no time to jump through the secret hologram-rock and into his brewery / garage, The Baron instead plowed his vehicle through the front wall. Heroically.

Torrents of water the likes of which the world had never seen gushed from the ceiling soaking The Baron's many valuable, stainless appliances and collection of classic cars. Thinking quickly, The Baron smashed through the floor with a single mighty blow and dropped into the basement.

A massive valve, at least 16 feet in diameter, controlled the torrential input of liquid needed to support The Baron's expansive and elegant, naked, roof fountains.

Summoning strength enough to defeat a Super-Tramp, The Baron wrenched the mighty valve closed and ended the kitchen monsoon.

Showing his great courage, The Baron called his landlord and berated her so severely that she was decapitated by the sheer volume of her shame.

The Baron began soaking up the many millions of gallons of water with Tiger Skin rugs and baby rhino ivory buckets.

The job completed, he sank heavily to his mighty throne exhausted. The ninja babes began softly caressing his heaving shoulders in a sexually suggestive manner. Also they kissed a lot.

The Baron sighed heavily in exasperation, it would be many hours before the cursed, signature-confirmation UPS package arrived and he could finally relax.