JUST IN... KEN DEFECTS!
Apokiliptik Press Interterminal
After a greuling but enjoyable 46th round of interrogation and subsequent vodka shots, one of the Apokiliptikan Interrogatix teams announced with giddiness that they have succeeded in turning the loylaty of the plastic one known as Ken from the evils of BDC&WBism to the enlightened doom of Terminalocity through the true enlightenment of Killbuck, and has cast off his Barbieist chains to embrace the Apokiliptikan Way.

Before and after pictures of Ken, now known as Evil.
During an interview held in the soon-to-be-completed HookaDoom, over straight shots of Absinthe followed by Vodka Chasers, Ken, who says he now prefers the name "Evil" told our corredespondent "I'm through with that surrealist bitch and her master, the lame Doc Pyro, and the unbelievable degredation that goes on in the back of that motor home."
Asked why Ken, er, Evil, decided to make the change, he related how he was liberated by a strike team from Terminal City and handed over for processing to Apokiliptik Forces. "It was pandemonium," he recounted," we had just been carried bodily into the back of that motor home yet again - let me tell you, the things that they do to the plastic minority there would make your stomach turn - when there was a loud explosion, like a generator going off, and we were pitched into darkness. I grabbed a mini-maglite, and tried to find my way out, when that traitorous bitch, Barbie, and her evil sidekick Skipper yelled to Pyro that I was trying to make my escape. Well hell yeah I was trying to escape - there was no way I was going to let them put that condom over my head again and... " Evil paused, taking a swig of Absinthe straight from the bottle." Anyway, One of the strike team - a guy dressed all in black, with a katana sword, BMG-50, and a funny hat, grabbed me, spirited me away to an art car, and we got the hell out of there."
Asked if he had any regrets, Evil would only stare with dead, vacant eyes. "You know, a lot of good plastic is destroyed there with no one knowing... Plastic that would give anything to be interrogated the way I was, even, yes, booby-boarded, for the chance to escape the mechanizations of those horrendous confines... used for unspeakable purposes... then melted into a pot of goo. My partner, G. I. Joseph, yeah, he was tough, but they finally got him, dipped in resin and strapped to a Toshiba... When I saw him last, he was sinking into a burning cast iron pot, the degragation in his eyes... mind you, nothing like the blissful shame here, no, he was thoroughly beaten. If I could save my comrades there, bring them into the light of the condemned masses, then yes... I would do it all over again."

The final resting place of abused barbies... they say dead dolls tell no tales...
Asked about his future plans, Evil commented "Well, ya know, I met this cat here, think he said his name was Gnome Chomsky, we've been getting into some interesting discussions, so I may just hang here in ApoliIiptika. Ya know," he said, drawing close,"I also gotta tell you - some of those Amazon Interrogatrixes in the doom dome, " he paused, lighting a cigar, " hell, THEY could wrap me around their finger anytime. Plus these uniforms here..." he looked down at the dress blacks and armband," they beat the hell out of overused condoms anyday."

A life of condemned freedom awaits...
"I also have plans for the future, " Evil said to this reporter. Asked just what those plans were, he related a fondness for a woman he had left behind. "You know, not all Barbies are totally twisted into Pyro's demented embrace, " Evil said, stubbing out his cigar, and polishing off the bottle of Absinthe, "There was one, her name was 3,196,403, tho I knew here as "Butcherette". Rumor is, she made good an escape, while staked in front of the insidious mobile home awaiting her turn at "the pot", when a raver hippie rode their bicycle through the "cattle yard of degradation"... Her bonds snapped, she snuck away under cover of a whiteout, and I've heard she found sanctuary at Raiders... I only hope the rumors are true..."

Surveillance photograph of Butcherette, and one of her "special projects".
We showed him a picture taken from our crack surveillance team, which put a smile on Evil's face... "See what I mean? How could you not fall for that doll?"