In the background of what appeared as if any normal building seemingly belonging to some scientific research facility, a coven of terrorists sat watching a viewing monitor. These significant seven sat watching, making notes, and often laughing as they saw foolish people they thought of as infidels; they marching willingly through the front doors, and asking for some unknown medical scientist to make bestial fodder of their body, minds, and futures.
Pointing to one football player type that came into the front foyer and with the silly advertisement in his hands, he asked boldly for an application.
Applications for what the ad said was a five year hitch, as becoming a donkey in the field of scientific research. As if entering into a crucial stage of some developing experiment, all part of a plan by middle easterners to rid the world slowly, selectively, making American men become the Asses they acted like in life as what some would make of them to look in their appearance.
Tyler stood at the front foyer secretarial station, asking for his volunteer status application and inquiring if he filled out the form, that he would have a choice as to become a stud breeder, or as some
other male animal kept and used for breeding purposes.
A heated discussion ensued, the secretary taking the defensive side of what became an loud argument.
Tyler in his usual manner of being always in the right and with a sense of self righteousness, stood his ground until from a side door walked Abdul.
A friendly handshake from Abdul to Tyler and he opened the door to another department of that research facility. They spoke with each a calm and well mannered tone, or did until the door to the front foyer closed and a pair of weightlifter types took Tyler under each arm and rushed him away to meet a scientist with six big syringes.