Jaredcohenia
19-11-2006, 05:46
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At the Tyraningrad
"And thus, deploying nukes against Hataria would not only benefit the world, it'll also spark a growth in sales of beaver hide toothbrushes." A random Legislator was speaking at the Tyraningrad, Jaredcohenia's own Parliament!
Man...my arm hurts... Premier Cohen was thinking. Why does my arm hurt...I don't understand this...
"All for the thermonuking of Hataria?"
"Aye!"
"All opposed?" There was not a nay in the entire Tyraningrad, only a thunk. "A janitor must've fallen. We just need to get permission from the Premier. Premier...Premier? Are you asleep?" Aaron Cohen was slumped over his podium, unconscious. "Premier?! Call 988! Call 988!"
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Jaredcohenia News Network
Because leaving stuff out is what we do best.
"This is Pyotr Technit, sadly reporting from Coheningrad University. Our beloved Premier, Aaron Cohen, has suffered a major heart attack. We believe this to have happened sometime between 12PM and 1:30PM, GMT+5. Doctors have revealed that the Premier is in critical condition, undergoing heart surgery at the moment. We will bring you more as we know it. From Coheningrad University, this is Pyotr Technit. JNN."
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Ivan Cohen stood in the observation deck of Coheningrad University Medical Center Trauma Room 7. His own brother's chest was filled with the hands of the greatest medical minds in all of Jaredcohenia, and a few students'. "How could this have happened..." Aaron was a fit man, a soldier several decades back, and he usually watched what he eat. Who doesn't enjoy a cheeseburger now and then?
"Doctor, we're losing him..."
"Crank it up to 150...clear!" Zap. Flatline.
"Doctor..."
"200! Clear!" Zap. Flatline.
"Doctor! Give up! He isn't going to make it!"
"300! Clear!" Zap. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Get thie Premier ready for quadruple bypass surgery. As long as he's here, the Premier isn't going to die. If he does die, then someone here will be his heart donor. Do I have myself clear, students?"
"Yes, Doctor..."
At the Tyraningrad
"And thus, deploying nukes against Hataria would not only benefit the world, it'll also spark a growth in sales of beaver hide toothbrushes." A random Legislator was speaking at the Tyraningrad, Jaredcohenia's own Parliament!
Man...my arm hurts... Premier Cohen was thinking. Why does my arm hurt...I don't understand this...
"All for the thermonuking of Hataria?"
"Aye!"
"All opposed?" There was not a nay in the entire Tyraningrad, only a thunk. "A janitor must've fallen. We just need to get permission from the Premier. Premier...Premier? Are you asleep?" Aaron Cohen was slumped over his podium, unconscious. "Premier?! Call 988! Call 988!"
IC:
Jaredcohenia News Network
Because leaving stuff out is what we do best.
"This is Pyotr Technit, sadly reporting from Coheningrad University. Our beloved Premier, Aaron Cohen, has suffered a major heart attack. We believe this to have happened sometime between 12PM and 1:30PM, GMT+5. Doctors have revealed that the Premier is in critical condition, undergoing heart surgery at the moment. We will bring you more as we know it. From Coheningrad University, this is Pyotr Technit. JNN."
SIC:
Ivan Cohen stood in the observation deck of Coheningrad University Medical Center Trauma Room 7. His own brother's chest was filled with the hands of the greatest medical minds in all of Jaredcohenia, and a few students'. "How could this have happened..." Aaron was a fit man, a soldier several decades back, and he usually watched what he eat. Who doesn't enjoy a cheeseburger now and then?
"Doctor, we're losing him..."
"Crank it up to 150...clear!" Zap. Flatline.
"Doctor..."
"200! Clear!" Zap. Flatline.
"Doctor! Give up! He isn't going to make it!"
"300! Clear!" Zap. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Get thie Premier ready for quadruple bypass surgery. As long as he's here, the Premier isn't going to die. If he does die, then someone here will be his heart donor. Do I have myself clear, students?"
"Yes, Doctor..."