Akeem stood, puzzled, facing the door. Deciding that it was a test, he turned back, and stood in front of the door, clutching his cane. After several hours of waiting under the scorching sun, the panel opened, and a different set of eyes stared out. Squinted and bloodshot, they were accompanied by the smell of cheap vodka and cheaper cigars.
The door opened again, and a different officer emerged into the light. Taller and slimmer than the last, he shaded his eyes with one hand, and held a length of broomstick in the other.
"Go on then! Get! Sod off, bub! Too Old!"
He proceeded to prod the man with his broomstick a couple of times, before turning about and slamming the door behind him.
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
