"No bother, I prefer my coffee black, thanks" Koos replied amicably. Suddenly, the woman sitting on the bench stopped reading and noticed the note left for her only moments before by the coffee gentleman. She got up and hurried over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. Without warning an song started slowly playing in the reception room. It slowly picked up pace before leading into a powerful chorus. Perhaps this was power this coalition wished to show. Such powerful movement of music almost brought a tear to Koos' eye.
Soon enough, the woman wandered out of the reception. Without warning, an impressive, regal looking man strode confidently into the room. With outstretched hand he pointed at Koos' compatriot and uttered his simple command: "Bust a move." This must be the man himself.
The recruit looked shocked, but the threat of force soon brought him about. He began trying to approximate an ancient earth dance that Koos recognized. He believed his ancestors called it "the funky chicken."
Another impressive figure appeared and the two began debating the merits of the recruits choice with much animosity. Koos heard a faint laughing from behind him. From the corner of his eye he noticed the woman had returned and found the performance quite amusing. A stern look from the commander brought back an air of seriousness to the levity.
The Commissar in his power instructed his audience to be seated, which all honorably obeyed. With simple charisma he told us of the most basic tenet that the coalition stood for: equality. We are all equal to each other in our work. Although some may be of higher rank and others owe them obedience, all work for the good of everyone else. Great heroes had come before us. They embodied this tenet to the greatest effect, winning countless victories for the revolution and salvation of all mankind.
Soon, the gauntlet was thrown. The commissar asked each why he, the great master himself, must lay down his life for ours. Taken aback by this question. Koos paused to think.
So true is it that unnatural generally means only uncustomary, and that everything which is usual appears natural.
