There were still tricks up our sleeve.
There were ten less terrorists floating around.
It was now time to bring Abdul to life.
'You just shut your mouth,' I told the congregation.
Just when they thought the theatre of retribution was over, I was going to give them a show of resurrection.
'Rise,' I said.
Abdul lifted the lid of the coffin.
He still had the bullet wound between his eyes.
We had great make up artists at Big Tit Inc.
Everyone in the church went quiet.
Abdul was actually Ben, a Christian from Malaga, a student I had recruited a few years back.
He spoke perfect English and proved even more reliable than the Mad Hindu, who was always looking out for himself.
The females in the congregation started swinging their underware and bras above their heads.
That's when Max and a few other hair brained idiots brought in boxes of wine, the best that money could buy.
Another dimwit set up his ipad and attached to a few very large speakers and started playing the best techno music available.
FUCK TO THE MUSIC, beated the heavy base tunes.
This was a happening.
'Thank fuck you gave the order to get me out of the box,' said Ben, ' I was having problems breathing in there.'
Not any more, I said, and handed him a cheque of one million dollars.
'Great work, Ben,' I said, and made a toast to the congregation, 'go forth and multiply.'
That was code word for, 'Let the Orgy Begin.'
There were ten less terrorists floating around.
It was now time to bring Abdul to life.
'You just shut your mouth,' I told the congregation.
Just when they thought the theatre of retribution was over, I was going to give them a show of resurrection.
'Rise,' I said.
Abdul lifted the lid of the coffin.
He still had the bullet wound between his eyes.
We had great make up artists at Big Tit Inc.
Everyone in the church went quiet.
Abdul was actually Ben, a Christian from Malaga, a student I had recruited a few years back.
He spoke perfect English and proved even more reliable than the Mad Hindu, who was always looking out for himself.
The females in the congregation started swinging their underware and bras above their heads.
That's when Max and a few other hair brained idiots brought in boxes of wine, the best that money could buy.
Another dimwit set up his ipad and attached to a few very large speakers and started playing the best techno music available.
FUCK TO THE MUSIC, beated the heavy base tunes.
This was a happening.
'Thank fuck you gave the order to get me out of the box,' said Ben, ' I was having problems breathing in there.'
Not any more, I said, and handed him a cheque of one million dollars.
'Great work, Ben,' I said, and made a toast to the congregation, 'go forth and multiply.'
That was code word for, 'Let the Orgy Begin.'