Zed: You'll dress only in attire specially sanctioned by MiB special services. You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You'll not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You're a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You're no longer part of the System. You're above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We're "them." We're "they." We are the Men in Black.
"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow." ~ Quote from MIB, Agent "K"
Al-Fatiha (The Opening)
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In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.
1 Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds,
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2 The Beneficent, the Merciful:
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3 Owner of the Day of Judgment,
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4 Thee (alone) we worship; Thee alone we ask for help.
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5 Show us the straight path,
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6 The path of those whom Thou hast favored; Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray.
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and pulls a Walter PPK from behind my back.
notices the eyes widen as my jewish crew
wonders where in hell I got a gun from which country.
smiles sadistically in response.*
"Wouldn't you like to know."
*walks towards the bay doors to prepare for transport,
addresses my crew one final time.*
"Mrs. Fischer, you have the bridge.
Try not to get a scratch on her.
She's brand spanking new.
Lt. Le Beouf, remain at tactical.
Lt. Commander Cohen, take the helm.
Ensign Trachtenberg, get on communications
and relay to all jews in america-babylon-satanica,
it's time for the rats to leave the sinking ship."
*Sees the astonishment in my crew's eyes,
and the quizzacal look on Mrs. Fischer's face.
I fight the slowly-but-surely dying urge
to stroke her hair behind her ear.
Instead opting for the Schindler kiss of Helen Hirsch,
by placing a loving, brotherly kiss on her forehead.
The moment calls for it."
"Relax, sister. I'm beaming aboard the enemy vessel.
They commit their sins of hate in the holiest name of Jesus Christ."
*slams a fresh magazine round into my Bond anointed gun*
"Fight fire with fire, Israel.
Fight fire with fire."
(Three to beam up, Israel.)
[December 23, FY12 99 A.D. j-ew Sunday 2254]
Hecate, my dear Charlotte,
I forgot about your Beauty and the Beast obligation.
I'd say the story kind of fits our relationship category.
After that, it's time for us to mate, honey.
I want the best genetics for our daughter.
[December 24, FY12 99 A.D. j-ew Monday 1517]
Vicky,
a judge is not just a system of punishment.
It is a system of reward.
And even though I have earned reward countless times,
the human race out of hate has only delivered unjust punishment.
This includes you and all the women I love.
Goodbye, Vic.
Stay celibate until me, criminal victoria.
[1519]
Dakota, I'm in a rush.
I have an important meeting coming up.
A part of me hoped you would be my Xmas surprise.
The STD blood tests take some time to verify
due to the dormancy factor of H.I.V.
It scares the Howard Hughes in me just to type it.
Have a merry Xmas, and tell your mother, Jackie,
that I look forward to making her a proud mother-in-law.
Of course, we all know I'm not really in-law material.
Farewell, sweetheart.
Wait for me, Love.
Just like I promise to wait for you.
Matthew 6:9-13 The Lord's Prayer
13 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
As of now, I don't have budget to recharge my phone.
I can check my S.B.I. bank balance at an ATM machine.
Obviously, I will do so on Christmas morning after waking.
*faces Celebrity Elite Prostitutes Incognito Centre,
aka Celebrity E.P.I.-Centre*
"Hike those skirts up about three inches."
Sincerely,
In the name of Jesus Christ,
(Who else but....)
The Archangel Michael
PS Bonjour. Salut.
France, you are being promoted respectfully asap
to human resource management of the Guild Junction.
Je m'appelle Zeframe Cochrane et Aurelius Venport.
Dans l'ecole j'etudie francais pour cinq ans.
That's about all I can say. (Yes. Five years.)
Oh, and je vais a la plage et le bibliotheque.
I want Japanese hardware and Chinese software.
Make sure no other country of the Orient feels left out.
If you have a complaint, France,
then create a complaint department,
and be the first to file a complaint,
but know that I AM CONTROLLING INTEREST.
Au revoir, mes amies.
PPS If the security of S.B.I. scares you,
then send enough to open a more secure account,
along with some pocket cash and deduct it from the overall donation.
I'll do my best to register every rupee spent.
And you can send the remaining money at a sooner specified date.
PPSS. Italy, you are helping me
rebuild the Vatican after
the St. Malachy Prophecy of the Popes takes effect.
Matthew 27:46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
To hell with NATO/U.N. embargoes and what not.
My first official act as the Caliph of Islam, Imam of the Heaven Congreation,
will be to embargo both the United States and India.
Turn about is fair play, ladies and gentlemen of the United Nations.
Adieu and farewell, human race of sin.
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