Zvezdny Gorodok Recruiting Section, Omega 52, Coalition Space
"Youri Aliabiev. Youri, Youri, Youri.... Why'd you do it Youri? Why'd you lie to me?"
As the Commissar looked on, with a pitying expression on his face, Youri stared in horror.
"We know you're lying Youri. We know it. Everyone lies, at first. They all do. It's terrible, really. Now, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself, but it's going to be tough. Are you ready?"
The candidate straightened his shoulders, and nodded. The Commissar reached inside his long coat and pulled out a small, round object. He examined it for a second, then tied a string around the pin, and placed it in the chest pocked of Youri's jacket.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a question. If you get it wrong, I'm going to pull this pin. If you get it right, I might pull it anyways, but maybe not. You never know."
The Commissar reached into his pocket, and drew out a flask, taking a large swig, then passed it to the recruit. It reeked of vodka, and the Commissar sighed with satisfaction as the alcohol seared through his veins.
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.
