Meanwhile somewhere north of the tunnels on the DMZ, we find Norf Korea's Great Reader, KIM Jong IL, afraid to go to sleep.
KIM: AWWW... WHOLEY HORSE KWAP!!! General Wang! Come here!
WANG: What's wrong, Sir?
KIM: I'm can'ts sleep! I'm keeps having these bad dweams.
WANG: Dreams? What kind of dreams, Great Reader?
KIM: Like I'm Joe Biden's wife and I'm haves to wake him up for work.
WANG: That's bad, Sir.
KIM: That's nuffing. Then I'm had dream I'm a pilot whose plane is going down in flames and Joe Biden is in the controls tower!
WANG: That's bad, alright.
KIM: Then I'm had this dream that I was Joe Biden and I was in Lost Vegas, trying to get into a Sleep Number Store. But then, all the beds were taken up by a bunch of drunks from the Air Traffic Controller's Convention.
WANG: Oh my!
KIM: Then I'm had this weird dream that I'm was not a Norf Korean at all... but, that I was from India.
(Kim looks in mirror sees big red circle in middle of forehead)
Oh mine Gawd!!! It's twoo! I'm Indian!
WANG: Relax, Sir. You are not Indian. I believe you feel asleep on you wrist watch and that left the mark on your face.
KIM: Call for me nurse, preeze.
WANG: Thorazine, Sir?
KIM: Yeah. Have her make it a double.
WANG: On the rocks, with a little umbrella?
KIM: Roger that.