// Part XII: Viva La Presidente \\ *after about a week of trekking through dingy chambers, Soy locates the real steakhouse* Soy: Alright, here I go! *Another week later...* Soy: Mr. President, are you in here? The President: Yes, yes! I heard you were coming to save me, Blind Man Soy! Quick -- untie this rope before my captors return! Soy: OK, just let me feel around for the end of it... give me some time here. I can't see. The President: Well, I'd like you to hurry because the-- HAY! That's NOT a rope! Soy: Sorry, I'll put that back in its original position. *unties the President* Soy: Have you been harmed, sir? The President: Well, I was tied up, given anal probes, injected with serums of every colour of the rainbow, poked, prodded, paddled, given chili enemas, tickled for brief periods, and I'm experiencing some minor back pain. I guess it's just an average day for me. Soy: That's good. So...who kidnapped you? And why did they do it? The President: It was nasty computer nerds. Soy: Computer nerds? Why would they want you? The President: They must've become irritated at last year's big comic convention when I made a really bad pun about computer users "chomping at the BIT". Get it? Bit? Byte? Eh-heh! Eh-heh! Eh-heh-heh-heh-heh... *crickets* The President: But they misunderestimated the...um...eventual power of Blind Man Soy! Soy: That's right. I'm sorta good at my job. The President: I believe a promotion is in order for you. Soy: Can I have Officer Reggie's job? He sent me to the wrong steakhouse and that's why I was...uh...several weeks late getting here. The President: Consider him dead! Soy & The President: Ha ha ha! [~FIN~] Officer Reggie: Wait...WHAT?! « PREVIOUS || NEXT »