Happy BG Land
13-06-2004, 04:24
High Psuedo ruler of Happy BG Land, Harold Barosta, was sitting at his "desk."
And By desk, we mean a bit of cardboard, as his manufacturer said down with government regulations and bought a bulk amount of Cardboard cheap, recycled off the Kellogs Corn Flakes company.
As he was shuffling through a stack of papers (a hobby he had picked up at one of the recent World Leader convention, as he knew quite well that in this "government" he made absolutely no decisions, nor did anyone who didn't own a giant company) his phone rang. And by that we mean a wooden block was hit by a marble once or twice. Harold then picked up the phone, as expected, a cup and a string, and spoke into it.
"Uhhh, hello?"
"You get signal?" A robotic voice on the other end asked.
Harold looked at the phone, "Uhhh, I guess."
"We set you up the bomb," The voice said.
"You did what now?" Harold asked.
"How are you gentlemen?" The robot said, ignoring the question.
"Look, asshole, I want to know what you-"
"All your base are belong to us." The voice went on.
"Oh, no!" Harold finally realized.
"You are on the way to destruction," It said.
"Stop this madness!" The president shouted.
"You have no chance to survive make your time."
"NO! I thought these damn parodys were over!" Harold shouted in a panic.
"Ha ha ha," The voice said with no emotion.
And in the end Harold leapt out his window, which had no real glass, and killed himself on the dirt below his cheaply made house.
A nearby door opened and a new man entered the room and began shuffling through the papers, for the only government paid job in all of Happy BG Land.
Then the phone rang.
And By desk, we mean a bit of cardboard, as his manufacturer said down with government regulations and bought a bulk amount of Cardboard cheap, recycled off the Kellogs Corn Flakes company.
As he was shuffling through a stack of papers (a hobby he had picked up at one of the recent World Leader convention, as he knew quite well that in this "government" he made absolutely no decisions, nor did anyone who didn't own a giant company) his phone rang. And by that we mean a wooden block was hit by a marble once or twice. Harold then picked up the phone, as expected, a cup and a string, and spoke into it.
"Uhhh, hello?"
"You get signal?" A robotic voice on the other end asked.
Harold looked at the phone, "Uhhh, I guess."
"We set you up the bomb," The voice said.
"You did what now?" Harold asked.
"How are you gentlemen?" The robot said, ignoring the question.
"Look, asshole, I want to know what you-"
"All your base are belong to us." The voice went on.
"Oh, no!" Harold finally realized.
"You are on the way to destruction," It said.
"Stop this madness!" The president shouted.
"You have no chance to survive make your time."
"NO! I thought these damn parodys were over!" Harold shouted in a panic.
"Ha ha ha," The voice said with no emotion.
And in the end Harold leapt out his window, which had no real glass, and killed himself on the dirt below his cheaply made house.
A nearby door opened and a new man entered the room and began shuffling through the papers, for the only government paid job in all of Happy BG Land.
Then the phone rang.