“Oh, you’re talking about that herpes infection I passed around the barracks that time. You know I still get a bit of itching...” said J.
“Shut up,” said Stanley, “that’s irrelevant now. The Bowel Tactics Commission bought me off after that incident when I tried to kill you. Sorry about that.”
“S’alright.”
“Anyway, I was assigned to tail you and take note of all your subversive acts. Man, you... are... one... sick... motherfucking... cunt!”
“Hey, if you’re referring to Silly Gay Virus, I was drunk at the time, okay?”
“I don’t care. This is where you come in. Come on now, get a drink and we can slither away into a little booth for some privacy.”
“I was genuinely surprised when you survived the sabotage.”
“Sabotage?” asked J, surprised.
“The space flight incident when you survived. It was a terrorist plot to assassinate the head of the Bowel Tactics Commission. It was all a terrible mix up; the wrong shuttle was targeted and he had boarded another flight earlier in the day. Believe me, the hierarchy were not at all pleased!”
“The hierarchy?”
“Yes, the hierarchy. Rumoured to be under the control of three demons, who are the shadows in power that were behind the Psychoville merger. It was a great day of shame for them. More than twenty operatives were either eliminated or demoted in the ensuing cover up. Our own government still believes CRAP was responsible for the destroying the pod but, like me, some people know the truth. It’s all deeply political. Failure to succeed led to infighting amongst them and ultimately weakened the hierarchy. Their proxy, Crowmere, was overthrown and replaced by your “friend” Germy Urine. I now have intelligence that the hierarchy now seek to eliminate Germy so they can resume their stranglehold of Psychoville. It’s funny how things seem to intertwine, J, isn’t it?”
“Yeah... sure.”
Inflict Kafe Gavani On The World
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