mumble mumble

'Where are we going?' asked Beethoven...

the private jet started moving even as the two mounted the stairs and they folded up and closed to a streamline finish as Beethoven and Mozart entered the small jet... shortly thereafter it raced down the runway and took to the sky... Mozart mixed a couple of drinks as the plane sped down the runway and answered Beethoven as the under-carriage of tyres and wheels folded into the underbelly of the jet....

'To the middle East,' your next bout is coming up soon, said Mozart and flipped a switch on another remote-controller which led to a big tv-screen coming down and an image of Rhianna coming up on the screen.... 'she's a pretty Frauline with a beautiful singing voice and it's a pity you will have to beat her up but you must knock her down in the 6th round... I have millions of dollars riding on this bout... if you do not knock her down in the 6th I will lose the jet and everything, which i do not own outright anyway, it all belongs to the bank....'

'wow,' said Beethoven and was lost for words, Mozart's words were now flashing up on a number of screens that had come down from out of hiding alongside Rhianna's image... why had he been kept in lock-up all this time, eating rats? reading his mind easily, Mozart answered him,

'the garage was my idea, you were delivered over to me as soon as O'Brien's head hit the canvass, nobody should have two apostrophes in their last name, one is more than enough even taking into account possessive case... but seriously, sorry about the rats and leaky tap and dark garage -- but i knew it would be the best preparation possible for your next gig, take it from me.... why do you think i never tried to help you as a little kid back in the 18th century? i wanted adverse conditions to bring out the best of your talent.... it's the same situation now.... '

Beethoven was a great admirer of Mozart's music, but the man was turning out to be a real jerk by the looks of it....

'where exactly will the fight be? where in the middle East?' asked Beethoven.

'Well that's a great question, look since your last three fights in Tunisia, the entire Nation has fallen into civil disorder... i wanted to reschedule to Egypt and you wouldn't believe what happened! Egypt fell into civil disorder too! It's marshal law for both Nations now Beethoven! International airlines are rescheduling their flights to avoid the two and their respective tourism industries are taking a hit to the hip pocket....'

The TV show Family Guy popped up on half of the screens, the other half continued translating Mozart's words to written German text for Beethoven to follow...

'You like this show?' asked Beethoven.

'Not that much, 10% of the gags are funny, or even really funny, but i need something else to keep me occupied otherwise it's too banal... anyway, back to the middle east, when the scum-of-the-Earth traitors to their own Constitution Americans invaded Iraq, it wasn't for oil -- but just plain old revenge for their hurt pride after the 9/11 attacks -- all the pretty window-dressing of the neo-cons was just garble invented by George Bush and co.... but here's the thing, the little known Socratic-neo-cons believed that the invasion of Iraq would eventually lead to a domino effect of riot and rebellion in the middle-East leading to democracies in each and every State... imagine Beethoven,' said Mozart in his adidas track pants and thick gold-chains and orange vodka spritzer drink in hand, 'Syria, Lebanon, Yemen, Egypt, all these shitty middle-Eastern countries and the amazingly wealthy oil-rich Nation States of Saudi Arabia and Qatar imploding and falling at the speed of gravity in a vacuum like so many world trade centres to give root to virginal new democracies.... the Muslims will learn that their free-will is as sacred as the divinity of their prophet, Mohammed.'