hours later, after having sat uncomfortably for hours over the pacific or atlantic (who knew which way they flew?) hooded and shackled -- the three entertainers (Parker, Stone and Kiedis) had their hoods removed by one of the Black Rooks --
"I'm a Colonel and that's spelled C-o-l-o-n-e-l," he said to them, "not K-e-r-n-a-l."
The three men were suprised to say the least --- the Black Rook unshackled the three of them and said:
"Stand up and stretch your legs quickly and then put these uniforms on, you have five minutes," said one of the Black Rooks while unshackling them and handing each of them a jumpsuit that constituted their uniform along with a pair of boots -- each uniform had their last name emblazoned on it and was colored the typical U.S. Army khaki -- but only one piece -- not two....
"Good, keep stretching your limbs," said the Black Rook after pushing them to dress quickly, "now put these backpacks on," said he after delivering them each a large backpack and helping them buckle the front....
moving towards the front of the small section of the plane they were in he opened a door which caused air from without the plane to gust everywhere causing hair to fly around and skins to be blown on -- the black rook walked back towards the three entertainers and said:
"you're wearing parachutes on your backs -- after you disembark the plane, count one-one-thousand, two-two-thousand all the way to seven and pull the yellow chord at the front of your outfit....
before the men had a chance to exchange shocked glances, the Black Rook was bustling and pushing them towards the open door -- first one was pushed out, then after a few very quick moments another, and still another.......
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