shortly after four-star general machrystal-meth had finished up with ex-four-star general kike-end-dyke, he had handcuffed him victoriously to a chair, locked his office door --- sworn his pa to secrecy on pain of death and despatched him and poured himself a glass of whisky after carefully washing his face with the adequate resources........... he cocked a leg up onto the other -- crossing them, as it were, sipped his whisky and said 'boo ya,' as he victoriously glanced at the subdued and handcuffed kike-end-dyke......... there was no more time to enjoy the moment as fate had it --- several hands knocked on the door --- macchrystal-meth expected it to be military police come to bring order, but when he opened the door, he was surprised to see a bunch of civilians, with fresh-faces -- looking like they were in afghanistan for the first time and straight out of america --- and by the looks of them, from LA too........ they were escorted and led-in by kike-end-dyke's pa ......... 'well, what's all this about then?' asked macchrystal-meth........
the pa responded: sir, these folks have flown in to Kandahar today from Los Angeles non-stop......... they just got a chopper right here from Kandahar and wish to speak to you about certain projects they have in development, sir,'
'ok, well everyone take a seat, take a seat, don't be shy, help yourselves to some whisky, the glasses are on the table, who are you and what is your business?' asked mac-chrystal-meth.......... kike-end-dyke was still knocked out cold although now and then his body moved as if he were in a dream
'sir, we represent a number of different entities in the entertainment business, in los angeles, california.... basically, we're interested in the possibility of launching a sitcom -- in the tradition of MASH,' said one of the smart young producers... he looked like the character from the David Lynch movie, Mullholland Drive, the director
'sir, that's correct sir,' piped up another bright and driven looking young woman, she'd certainly make a good artillery officer thought mac-chrystal-meth to himself, 'have you sever seen the tv show, MASH, sir?' she asked
'well, as a matter of fact, i have,' said the general
'well sir, what we'd like to do is send a team over here immediately to spend a couple of months, whatever it takes, doing observations, so that they're able to act as advizers to the writers when pre-production begins in LA later this year,' continued the smart looking woman
'that's right sir,' continued the first producer
'well okay, but this isn't no mobile army surgical hospital like in MASH,' mac-chrystal-meth continued, 'it's more like Hogan's Heros than that --- but the Taliban don't have any operating prison camps anyway,' the general said
'sir we totally understand,' said yet another producer, but it was obvious by the way macchrystal-meth looked at him, like he were a pathetic insect that was somehow blocking the launch of an important missile, so the female producer, that looked to macchrystal-meth like she'd have the right stuff to make a darned-good artillery officer tactfully interupted, 'sir we completely understand,' she said
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