Let’s say I’ve been the force behind the collapse of the Monarchy-based beehive social structure. I’ve deployed trained super-smart CIA bees to foment rebellion and help worker bees unionize and form new colonies based on representative government.
Let’s say I’ve also orchestrated the takeover of the United States and have several divisions of dreaded illegal alien killer bees poised to strike once we’ve created chaos and collapse in two, maybe three more key hives.
Are you with me so far?
Okay, now let’s say some filthy ants – whom I hate – fingered me to the FBI and I am now being detained. I’ve requested electrodes to be attached to my nipples, but was declined. Testicles were out of the question.
My rock hard-body is dripping wet from sweat and water boarding, but my hair is still perfect. At long last, they escort you into my cell. You look me over with a curious eye. You know I’ve resisted Enzyte male enhanced questioning. You know the end of the United States' bee population is near. You know I'm more man than you can handle.
The question is, as President of the United States, would you blow me to call off the attack?
Sincerely,
Wolf Blitzer