It was a bright sunny afternoon, and crowds were filtering around outside the stadium. The birds were chirping and fans chanting (very badly, might I add.. the sake must have gotten to them). It was a great day for soccer (My thread, soccer it is!). Among the throng there were two distinctly repulsive creatures. They belonged to a group universally hated throughout the group. Yes, they were two Apolytoners. More specificially, Imran and Sirotnikov, two of the most repulsive. They were walking towards the stadium with tickets in hand.
Siro: So who are we going to see?
Imran: Beats me.
As Siro walked close to the stadium. He seemed to get a strange sensation. A man in a green jersey walked by. On the other side a man in a white jersey pushed through. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it irked him. When they got into the stadium and saw the flags, he suddenly got it.
Siro: This is Germany v. Saudi Arabia!!
Imran: So, it is. But I think it'll be a poor game. I predict 8-0 Germany (look, I'm a prophet -Im ).
Siro: NO! You don't get it! GERMANY AND SAUDI ARABIA!
Imran: Yes.. and...
Siro: WHO AM I GOING TO ROOT FOR?
Imran: Well you could... oh wait, right. Whoops! Well you could hope both of them lose.
Siro: They are both playing against each other! And you already know Germany is going to win!
Imran: Well, yes, I do know my soccer... hehe.
Siro: No, you idiot, this match has already been played when you are writing this stupid story.
Imran: Shhh... what, you want to blow my cover. I already have a book deal?
Siro: Ah what?
Imran: Yes, on how Israel ends in 2005..
Siro:
Imran: Just root for Germany like me
Siro: *mutters* Nazi
Imran: What?
Siro: Nothing... shouldn't you be backing Saudi Arabia... you know, Muslim Brotherhood?
Imran is stuffing himself with a Bacon-Lettuce-Tomato Sandwich, drinking a beer, and looking at a Japanese Porn Magazine...
Imran: Wha?
Siro: Nevermind.
Imran: Um.... so where is MtG?
Siro: Who?
Imran: You know, moderator type.
Siro: Oh right! I don't know, but I got a tape in a letter from him.
Sirotnikov pulled out an old battered envelop and slid a tape out of it. He placed in the convieniently located tape player (which just happened to be in Imran's hands).
bzzzt... Siro, Imran, this is MtG, and I'm over the border.
Imran: Yeah, we know... he's a Mexican.. does he hav..
Siro: He means North Korea.
Imran: Oh... right. I knew that.
I'm trying to attack one of the members of the Axis of Evil pursuant to my orders. Unfortunetly GP has not arrived. Last I heard he got drunk in Australia and forgot where he put his submarine.
Imran: Heh, he sure knows how to party..
Siro: Shhh, this seems to be the best part.
Imran: How do you know?
Siro: The dramatic music.
Imran: Ah...
I've ran into some resistance. Chegitz Guevara and his Commie hoard have pinned me back. General Dalgetti ambushed me. I killed 90% of his forces, but had to retreat a little...
Imran: Wow, he's like Rambo!
Siro: I wish I had a banning stick. I never liked that Dalgetti!
Imran: Oh?
Siro: Yeah, he keeps saying he has sexual feelings for Arafat when he's drunk.
Imran: ...
I've uncovered a plot. The Commies are working with the Greeks to disrupt the World Cup. They plan to do something to the Turkish side in this tourney. MarkG and his Macedonian Guard led by paiktis are moving in already..
Imran: Why would Markos name his secret force after another country?
Siro: Maybe he has country envy?
Imran: That must be it.
... you have to find out where the Greeks are and stop them from disrupting the Turkish matches. Mainly because I like to see the damn Greeks squirm. MtG out... bzzzt
Siro: Well, we know what to do!
Imran: Watch the match?
Siro: NO! Go look for the Greeks!
Imran: Ah, after the match!
Siro: Now!
Imran: But...
Siro: You already know what is going to happen!
Imran: But... oookay .
(continued)
Siro: So who are we going to see?
Imran: Beats me.
As Siro walked close to the stadium. He seemed to get a strange sensation. A man in a green jersey walked by. On the other side a man in a white jersey pushed through. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it irked him. When they got into the stadium and saw the flags, he suddenly got it.
Siro: This is Germany v. Saudi Arabia!!
Imran: So, it is. But I think it'll be a poor game. I predict 8-0 Germany (look, I'm a prophet -Im ).
Siro: NO! You don't get it! GERMANY AND SAUDI ARABIA!
Imran: Yes.. and...
Siro: WHO AM I GOING TO ROOT FOR?
Imran: Well you could... oh wait, right. Whoops! Well you could hope both of them lose.
Siro: They are both playing against each other! And you already know Germany is going to win!
Imran: Well, yes, I do know my soccer... hehe.
Siro: No, you idiot, this match has already been played when you are writing this stupid story.
Imran: Shhh... what, you want to blow my cover. I already have a book deal?
Siro: Ah what?
Imran: Yes, on how Israel ends in 2005..
Siro:
Imran: Just root for Germany like me
Siro: *mutters* Nazi
Imran: What?
Siro: Nothing... shouldn't you be backing Saudi Arabia... you know, Muslim Brotherhood?
Imran is stuffing himself with a Bacon-Lettuce-Tomato Sandwich, drinking a beer, and looking at a Japanese Porn Magazine...
Imran: Wha?
Siro: Nevermind.
Imran: Um.... so where is MtG?
Siro: Who?
Imran: You know, moderator type.
Siro: Oh right! I don't know, but I got a tape in a letter from him.
Sirotnikov pulled out an old battered envelop and slid a tape out of it. He placed in the convieniently located tape player (which just happened to be in Imran's hands).
bzzzt... Siro, Imran, this is MtG, and I'm over the border.
Imran: Yeah, we know... he's a Mexican.. does he hav..
Siro: He means North Korea.
Imran: Oh... right. I knew that.
I'm trying to attack one of the members of the Axis of Evil pursuant to my orders. Unfortunetly GP has not arrived. Last I heard he got drunk in Australia and forgot where he put his submarine.
Imran: Heh, he sure knows how to party..
Siro: Shhh, this seems to be the best part.
Imran: How do you know?
Siro: The dramatic music.
Imran: Ah...
I've ran into some resistance. Chegitz Guevara and his Commie hoard have pinned me back. General Dalgetti ambushed me. I killed 90% of his forces, but had to retreat a little...
Imran: Wow, he's like Rambo!
Siro: I wish I had a banning stick. I never liked that Dalgetti!
Imran: Oh?
Siro: Yeah, he keeps saying he has sexual feelings for Arafat when he's drunk.
Imran: ...
I've uncovered a plot. The Commies are working with the Greeks to disrupt the World Cup. They plan to do something to the Turkish side in this tourney. MarkG and his Macedonian Guard led by paiktis are moving in already..
Imran: Why would Markos name his secret force after another country?
Siro: Maybe he has country envy?
Imran: That must be it.
... you have to find out where the Greeks are and stop them from disrupting the Turkish matches. Mainly because I like to see the damn Greeks squirm. MtG out... bzzzt
Siro: Well, we know what to do!
Imran: Watch the match?
Siro: NO! Go look for the Greeks!
Imran: Ah, after the match!
Siro: Now!
Imran: But...
Siro: You already know what is going to happen!
Imran: But... oookay .
(continued)
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