Sonsy
22-07-2004, 23:45
"An army evolved from monkeys? Its madness!" Steve McQueen, Archduke of New Cork, stood by the door, afraid of what might come next.
"Not just any monkeys, my friend," mused TV's Frank, Minister of Defense. "Highly trained, technologically-advanced soldier monkeys in berets."
"But where will they come from?" asked the small man in the corner.
"As we speak, we have our best and brightest scientists cloning an army of sophisticated primates ready to defend our borders in exchange for three meals of mush per day and a typewriter." TV's Frank stroked the globe menacingly. "In the meantime, we've sent out 300 envoys to every corner of the world disguised as Oscar Meyer Weinermobiles, and they're handing out pamphlets calling for monkeys of all shapes and sizes."
"But, the world is round," squeaked the small man in the corner. "It doesn't have corners."
"Then they will continue to scour the planet endlessly searching for monkeys until we have all 100 million monkeys assembled for the simian armaggeddon. MUA AH AH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" TV's Frank maniacally laughed.
"I think you mispelled armageddon, sir," said the small man in the corner.
"Guards!"
Ten chimps in riot gear entered the room, each equipped with rifle, blackjacks handcuffs and a wooden spoon.
"Take this magnificent bastard to the launch pad, immediately!"
The small man in the corner, whose name shall never be known, was escorted out quietly, with no resistence, to the launch pad where he was loaded into a small rocketship and shot in the head.
From the futuristic plasma screen behind TV's Frank, the ominous silhouette of Supreme Executive Minister Kelly Houlihan intensely nodded.
"TV's Frank!" barked the Supreme Executive Minister of the Free Land of Sonsy.
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes your Most Excellentestest," bowed TV's Frank.
"Get me those monkeys!" came the fierce, manevolent demand.
"We're just waiting to hear back from the other nations, your Royal Stupendousness," cowered TV's Frank.
"Gooooooooooooooooood."
"Not just any monkeys, my friend," mused TV's Frank, Minister of Defense. "Highly trained, technologically-advanced soldier monkeys in berets."
"But where will they come from?" asked the small man in the corner.
"As we speak, we have our best and brightest scientists cloning an army of sophisticated primates ready to defend our borders in exchange for three meals of mush per day and a typewriter." TV's Frank stroked the globe menacingly. "In the meantime, we've sent out 300 envoys to every corner of the world disguised as Oscar Meyer Weinermobiles, and they're handing out pamphlets calling for monkeys of all shapes and sizes."
"But, the world is round," squeaked the small man in the corner. "It doesn't have corners."
"Then they will continue to scour the planet endlessly searching for monkeys until we have all 100 million monkeys assembled for the simian armaggeddon. MUA AH AH AH AH AH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" TV's Frank maniacally laughed.
"I think you mispelled armageddon, sir," said the small man in the corner.
"Guards!"
Ten chimps in riot gear entered the room, each equipped with rifle, blackjacks handcuffs and a wooden spoon.
"Take this magnificent bastard to the launch pad, immediately!"
The small man in the corner, whose name shall never be known, was escorted out quietly, with no resistence, to the launch pad where he was loaded into a small rocketship and shot in the head.
From the futuristic plasma screen behind TV's Frank, the ominous silhouette of Supreme Executive Minister Kelly Houlihan intensely nodded.
"TV's Frank!" barked the Supreme Executive Minister of the Free Land of Sonsy.
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes your Most Excellentestest," bowed TV's Frank.
"Get me those monkeys!" came the fierce, manevolent demand.
"We're just waiting to hear back from the other nations, your Royal Stupendousness," cowered TV's Frank.
"Gooooooooooooooooood."