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"Hola, everybody!" says the leader of the dark Mexican sorceror cabals,
popping up out of nowhere. "My Tarot cards predicted you will try to
contact me. So, here I came!" "Jeepers, you scared the *bleep* out of me." you say, motioning for Betsy, Bridget and Barbara to put away their weapons. "Why must people keep doing that?" "Oh, disculpe, disculpe, Senorita." the ghoulish man chuckles. "May I say, you have a most beautiful skull. Could I... maybe take some quick measurements of it?" "Don't come near me." you say, feeling nauseous. "I pay the salaries of a lot of snipers, you know. One false move and you'll be standing in the drop-zone." "Ah yes, I must respect the personal space of Presidenta Brooks." he says, grinning nervously and putting away his tape measure. "That's Madame President Brooks to you." Barbara snaps. "And who are you anyway?" "Ah, but a humble servant." he says. "Of the forces of darkness!" "Ugh." you wince. "Please don't do that again. Allright, I'll get straight to the point. Non-carbon based aliens are about to invade the Earth and turn us all into livestock. I would like to forge an enduring alliance with Mexico to prevent this disaster." He kneels, chortling happily. "Yes, ah yes! I too have heard about these chupacabras, also. They are very vicious things, the chupacabra. If it will pleasure Madame Presidenta Brooks very much, I propose a strategic military alliance against Brazil. I must have Hitler's brain! I hunger for it! If I can have it, I will accept merely 49% of Brazil, generously giving you 51%, si." "Now hold on a minute." Bridget says. "Hitler's brain is a valuable historical relic. It belongs in a museum." "55-45." he sighs. "I retreat now to await your decision. No need to call me, I will know it - through the cards! MuwuHahaHahaHaaa!!" He vanishes in a puff of heresy and you shudder. You've got a bad gut feeling about this man.
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