Nice one Tumor! Oh wait! What's that sound outside the window, that
whuppa-whuppa-whuppa! sound? Are those
black helicopters? Don't have no insignia? So how can you tell who operates ---- ah, I see.
UnAmerican activities? I'm not American. What's that, Mister CIA agent? EVERYONE's American? Or wants to be? But where would you put EVERYONE IN THE WORLD if they wanted to be American? You've only so much finite space available in North America, you know. Canada? Don't mention those what? I can't hear you: these guys keep beating me with their sticks!
Irish? Yes I'm Irish. What has that to do with any--- Freemason? Yes, as it happens I --- secret handshake? Yes I know the -- okay, it goes like THIS --- What's that? Sorry to have bothered me? Oh, I see, okay then. You have a nice day too. Say Hi to that nice Mister Obama if you see him. Sorry? It's a sad lookout for this proud land when a WHAT is president? A boon? A spoon? Sorry, I can't hear you over the helicopter blades. You'd WHAT his ass? Sorry? The WHAT will rise again? Sieg what?
Oh, they're gone. Nice chaps. Wouldn't want them dating my sister though.
Or my brother...
Trollheart regrets the attempted hijack of Tumor's journal. You have his assurances this will not happen again. Party at Trollheart's later...
(No, you're
not invited. Why ever would you think you were?)
