
Meanwhile we journey across the great Pacific to the shores of the "Land of the Morning Missile Launch" where we find North Korea's Great Reader, KIM Jong IL and 7 Star General Wang role playing in a game of Cops-n-Big Shots. Let's join in...
KIM- Oklay, General Wang! You be cop and I'm be an American Wok (rock) Star named Blob Dillions.
WANG- Bob Dylan, Sir?
KIM- That's what I'm said!
WANG- Very good, O' Great One. What's the set-up?
KIM- You are frat-foot just doing your job. Got it?
WANG- I am a flat-foot...er...police officer doing my job, when what, Sir?
KIM- You are the FLUZZ doing your job when suddenly you receive call on police wokie-tawkie of a suspicious person walking in da neighbors hood. You have to find him and checkie-checkie!
WANG- I am the FUZZ...er...a police officer doing my job when I am called on my police radio, notified of a suspicious person walking in the neighborhood, and I am to check him out. Is that correct, Great Reader?
KIM- Collect! Now go ahead, let's play roll.
WANG- Very well, Sir...
Sir, I have stopped you because of a report of a suspicious person in the neighborhood. May I see some ID, please?
KIM- I am a wok-star. My name is Blob Dillions. Doo's you wreckcognize me?
WANG- Sorry Sir... but I don't. I remember pictures of you many years ago but I really can't recognize you today. Sorry. Do you have any ID, Sir?
KIM- No. I'm have none on me but lets go find manager back at hotel and clear this up.
WANG- Very good, Sir.
KIM- The ending. That went smooth. Now let's try a nudder senior-R.E.O.
WANG- Another scenario, Sir? Very well.
KIM- You are an
AFLAC-can American, Professor of Negrology at Harvard's UniversCity when some
PIG on Cambridge P.D. that been keepin' the black man down, be haa-rassing yo' ass. Now then, that same
PIG has the
Audacity of Hope to ask you for your ID when you properly put "
Da MAN" down with a "Don't you know who the Hell I am?" and "Yo Mamma is so fat that when she goes into a restaurant the waiter gives her an estimate instead of a menu!"or "On a scale from 1 to 10 your Mamma is a muh-fuggin 747!" This
PIG then cuffs you up and takes yo ass to jail foe no apparent reason!
WANG- Very good, Sir...but who are you? The policeman?
KIM- Oh hell naw! I am
Plesident Baalack Obama!
WANG- I see. Hmmm...It's getting late, Sir.
KIM-You're right as usual, General Wang. How about taking a bwake and having a teachable moment over
some beer?
WANG- Twist
my arm.