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Meanwhile... in a small dark office located across the street from the stadium, three figures sit, just waiting... and waiting...
Ming... Hey MLeonard, it's good to see you around again, we thought you were dead.
MtG... Yeah, I was wondering if you even existed. Ming kept claiming you were a real person, but I was still wondering.
MLeonard... Uhhh, unlike you guys, I have a real life. I don't spend every waking minute with an internet connection plugged into my veins.
MtG... wait a minute I have a life you little jerk... I have a family, a company to deal with...
Ming... Yeah, cram it clown face... we both have families so we must have lives...
MLeonard... CLOWN FACE... you will pay for that Ming.
The room vibrates as three super model banning rods get pulled from their holsters... The bright light flows through the dark room... the tension builds as the three square off... the humming reaches an intense level...
THE PHONE RINGS...
Saved by the bell you little a**hole says MtG... I would have pounded you to the lowest levels of Mingapulco...
MLeonard... Ha Ha Ha Ha... you would have had to catch me first... Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah..
MtG... You just wait until I catch you and show you what a true military guy can do...
Ming rolls his eyes as he turns on the speaker phone...
GOOD EVENING ANGELS...
A hush crosses the room as all three take a seat, staring at the speaker phone in awe...
Good evening Charlie... the three respond with military percision...
CHARLIE... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TELL YOU IDIOTS... IT'S MARKOS YOU MORONS... NOT CHARLIE...
Yes Charlie... the three reply..
A loud ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH could be heard over the speaker phone... Never mind you stupid clowns...
MLeonard... CLOWNS... the banning rod flashes again.
Ming... Just chill you little punk...
The speaker phone crackles again... Just listen up...
My original plan failed... Ming wasn't accepted as a referee...
MtG rolls his eyes... I could have told you that Charlie, what the hell does Ming know about football...
Ming... I know football...
MtG... NOT HANDMELLON... real Football...
Ming... oh soccer... what are the rules for that again... and how do you get a par in soccer...
MtG... You moron...
MLeonard... Just chill... Charlie is trying to talk to us.
Markos... I'm NOT CHARLIE... ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Now listen... we have to fall back to plan Q.
A silence so quiet passes through the room...
PLAN Q the three respond in unison...
YES... Plan Q. Our secret operative MR. Q will try to infiltrate the WC and become a referee since you failed so miserablly Ming...
Ming... are there eagles and birdies in soccer...
MtG... Shut up...
Markos... Yes Angels, Mr Q should be in place for the next match.
What are our instructions Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHH... IT'S MARKOS... M A R K O S...
Yes Charlie...
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... Sigh... Never mind... Your instructions will come in the morning. Get a good nights sleep, you will need it...
OK Charlie...
CLICK...
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The peanut truck which was to provide peanuts for the game got delayed in a heavy snow storm in upper NY.
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<--- Yes, It's a "kitty" in a boot.
Feb 2000
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"OH NO!! THE PEANUTS!! THE PEANUTS!!!" Imran was heard yelling in a radious of miles.
"I can't live without peanuts! Why isn't there a shipment of peanuts to S. Korea?" Imran cried out in a girlish voice.
"Well, see, the truck was delayed in heavy snow in upper NY" Jon Miller explained.
"Why should that affect us? Peanuts come to S. Korea by sea" said Imran.
"We have to keep up the story continuity" Siro hushed him. "Just nod your head and accept it as the word of God".
"I don't accept anything as the word of God" Imran rebuffed.
"How about sunday football scheduling?" Siro challenged him.
Imran: "Well.. erm... yeah ok, that. But that's it"
Siro: Anyway, to continue with the story, we have to prevent the agents of communism (and greece) from disrupting the World Cup.
Imran: Quick! To the batmobil!
Siro: huh? 
Imran: I always wanted to say that 
Siro:  Anyway, let's go!
Imran: Wait, what about Asher?
Asher: What about Asher?
Siro: Do you swear to oppose communism and greekdom everywhere?
Asher: What ever, as long as I am allowed to post pictures of myself on the forums.
Siro: Done.
Asher: And we make sure that red_john will not post more pictures than me.
Imran: When we're done with him - red_john won't post any pictures of himself again.
Asher: Can you assure that?
Imran: No, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to say to get you cooperating.
Asher: Ok then. What do I do.
Siro: Well, I figured this - there are several groups working together - all directed by MarkG apparently. Axi is the greek contact to the commies. KH is the commie conact to the Canadians. PH is the commie contact to the English. Red_John is the English contact to the gays. Starchild is the gay contact to.... gays.
Imran: How did you figure that out?
Siro: We're taught to track down terrorist organizations in Israel. There's a reason why we knew about Sept. 11 before you guys.
Imran: Whaaa ...
Siro: Errr... nothing Asher - you go back to the stadiums and try to stop Axi, red_john and MrFun. Eli and Chris 62 will be arriving shortly to aid you.
At which point a bush moved.
Imran: Huh?
Bush: We are already here.
Imran: Chris? I knew you're wacko, but this?
Chris: We had to make sure you're not with the enemy. We have some intelligence news.
Siro: Where's Eli?
Chris: I think I put him somehwere in my pocket. These uniforms are so roomy.
Imran: Too... much... Information....
Eli: Anyway, it appears that the Greek Command is sending alternative agents to help. They don't trust the canadians.
Imran: How do you know that?
Eli: It was all over the Israeli news, quoted from Israeli officials.
Imran: Oh that's a load of bull. Your all news are lying *****es.
Eli: Oh come on, who would you rather believe? CNN that reported the last events in the Turkish locker rooms, as "African fans using voodo magic in Turkish lockers"? Or BBC which instead had an hour long interview with Axi?
Imran: Ok I guess you are right.
Siro: Axi was on TV?
Eli: Only after they promised to freely distribute it to the working masses.
Siro: Ah.
At this point, Siro, Imran and Chris62 proceeded to the S. Korea - N. Korea border, and Eli and Asher went back to search the Stadiums for clues.
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But it was a very special load of peanuts because they were laced with formula X.
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Zhonghuà Rénmín Gònghéguó
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1. Too much to read.
2. Why's always Im and one of the yids in there?
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The Potterverse
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Hmmm, didn't know that Sir David, YYYH, etc. were Yids  .
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Stefu: It is all dark in here. Am I gone?
Lightening: No, we turned out the lights. We were planning on getting Kekkonen to come scare you to get you out of your coma. Oh well, no need for that.
Stefu: We must get to Korea!
Demon Albran: Why, we aren't there.
Stefu: The Swedes can't win!
Kassiopiea: But they haven't. They've lost to Senegal.
Stefu: DON'T LIE TO ME!
Kass: No, seriously...
Stefu: Take him away!
Member of the Finn Brigade take out Kassiopiea from the room, as he screams about 2-1. All the other Finns look sheepishly away.
Stefu: Now... where is my penguin?
Lightening: In the corner with your mobile phone.
Stefu: Excellent... Let us depart to kill Communis..
Lightening: I thought we were going to stop the Swedish soccer team.
Stefu: Um... yeah, sorry that was coma talking. What are you waiting for? GO!
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Imran and Siro waited around a bit. Suddenly out of no where a man leapfrogged in. He started talking to his watch, and a voice lept out of the watch, saying something about not being Charlie. The man saw he was being seen and suddenly left.
It could have been the sun playing tricks, but Imran could have sworn it was Ming standing around the Turkish stadium.
In a totally unrelated consequence, the gatekeeper believe Mr Fun to be a Argentinian soccer player only known as 'Giancarlo'. Somehow the gatekeeper managed to forget that Argentina could not possibly play in a game with Brazil and Turkey. Of course, the banning rod pointed at his head might have made him forget very quickly.
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(DUM DUM DUM!)
Will Gian.. er Mr Fun bore the Turkish team to sleep? Can the Communist Homosexual Greeks capture the Turkish team and hold them for ransom, can Imran and Siro catch on quick enough (doubtful, they are both thick as a brick) and can Stefu and his band of merry Finns come in time?
And WHAT is with Ming's hair? I mean... and WHAT is which Charlie's...
Markos: ARRRTGH! MARKOS'
Ah, Markos' Angels? What is their scheme?
Tune in next time, when the Germans peek around and generally make themselves annoying (as has been written into the Treaty of Versailles... ie, any German in an Excellent Adventure must be annoying as Hell. Ecthelion has already started this great tradition).
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The snow storm stopped, which was a good thing since it was not winter.
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Having successfully snuck past security disguised as an Argentinian soccer player known only as 'giancarlo' Mr. Fun breathes a sigh of relief.
Mr. Fun - ok, its clear, you can materialize now.
With a B-movie type shimer, the Invisable Homo, Boris Godunov, appears out of thin air.
Boris - ah, this invisibility talent sure comes in handy. I was able to whine my way into the story. Mwa-ha-ha!
"YYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" a loud cheer thunders through the stadium as Brazil scores a goal
Mr. Fun - lets make our way toward the locker rooms.
"AAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" a loud "AWWW" followed by cooing noises is heard from the stadium.
Boris - what on earth is that? Since when to people coo at a soccer match?
Mr. Fun - lets go check it out
*the somewhat, though not entirely ambigiously gay duo make their way into the stadium and spot KH's kitten playfully romping onto the field*
Mr. Fun - the kitten! KH doesn't have it! I must save it!
Boris - leave it, Fun, this is the distraction we need to sneak into the Turkish locker room. This was all in the plan.
Mr. Fun - but... its lost... poor adorable kitten might be scared on its own. What if someone steps on it? I must save it.
Boris - we've talked about this before... now come on, lets get to the locker room while everyone is adoring the cute kitten.
Mr. Fun - oh alright... poor kitty.....
*Mr. Fun and Boris make their way towards the locker rooms but must walk past a long row of promotional booths*
sudden zoom to the Advocates for Self-Government's Opperation Politically Homeless booth
Ramo - hey Oz, what are we doing in South Korea?
Ozzy - spreading the virtues of Libertarianism of course. This is the biggest sporting event in the world, think of all the people we can reach!
Ramo - but what do we care about the rest of the world, we are American, and heck we don't speak any other languages in the first place. Plus! This event is getting funding from governments around the world, unjust money stolen from innocent taxpayers! By paying this tabling fee we are supporting the unconstitutional theft of money by world government and...
Ozzy - *sigh*...
David Floyd - oh hush up you two, I think that is Mr. Fun over there, we should have him take the World's Smallest Political Quiz.
Ramo - oh what's the point, we all know he is a commie anyways.
*Mr. Fun overhears*
Mr. Fun - Hey! I'm not a commie! I'm a moderate liberal.
Ozzy - So... you're a pinko.
Mr. Fun - No! I'm a moder....
Boris - Ya know Fun, Pink really brings out the color in your cheeks.
Mr. Fun - You really think so? Ya know I try to incorporate a little pink into each outfit, see today I'm wearing a pink Breast Cancer ribbon.
Boris - hmmm, maybe a scarf or something, do you have any pink shoes? Those would match the scarf perfectly. You could put a hint of...
David - uhh..... boys? You want to take the quiz or not?
Mr. Fun - uh, no thanks, we have a mission to..... uhhh, what i mean is we have a locker room........ uhhhh, we just have to get going. Bye.
*Mr. Fun and Boris continue walking towards the locker rooms, sharing fashion tips*
Ramo - well that was strange.
Ozzy - hey, where is Imran? He was supposed to be here to help man the OPH Booth.
David - I'll give him a call...........Imran?
Hey, where have you been, we are here at the booth, and things are kinda busy, you need to get over here.
Imran - Sorry man, I can't make it and I can't talk long. I'm real busy trying to foil a plot by the Evil Communists, Greeks and Homosexuals.
David to Ozzy - Imran says he's busy trying to foil a Communist plot.
Ozzy - thats strange, what kind of plot do the communists have in S. Korea? And where did he find that much foil?
Ramo - Tell him we just ran into a few homosexual communists here at the stadium.
David to Imran - Hey, Mr. Fun and Boris just walked past here, you know they are a bunch of pinko homos, you think there is a connection?
Imran - Yea! holy cow, did they say where they were going?
David - something about a mission.... locker rooms maybe?
Imran - thanks for the information. I'll get right on it. And I'll be sure to contact you again when it comes time for the climactic end battle with the Evil Communists.
*click*
(to be continued)
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it's not made for smilin
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you are the supervillian of my part of the story
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