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From: 94BWT@law.newcastle.edu.au ("Benjamin Tupman")
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Subject: Re: [CIA] In the cart.
Date: 16 Sep 1994 00:16:32 -0000
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> From:          dwomack@runner.crl.dec.com (David L Womack)
> Subject:       Re: [CIA] In the cart 

> Jones says to BD "I certainly don't have any objection in
> principle to your <Jones grins> getting a taste of the local
> culture...but, we've found a better way!  You see, if you're
> obvious about doing things like that, you always have to worry
> about some foolish do-gooder on a crusade stirring up trouble;
> it's better to make yourself look like a liberator.  You know...
> it just *_might_* be possible!  We could arrange a few
> 'disappearances'...create terror and instability...then you
> could come in to 'restore order'...we arrange for you to 'find'
> some convenient enemies, and dispose of them for a now grateful
> population.  With a few advisors, we could see to it that you
> always had a supply of <Jones snickers> snacks, and some extra
> cash flow too.  Perhaps you'd be interested...since we hadn't gotten
> closure on who was going to run the place after we finished deposing
> the current rulers?  
 
BD smiles equinely. "It would be an honour, friend Jones - and also 
most advantageous to myself. My past residence became . . . untenable
 after the local population took exception to my dining on the rude
and inhospitable members of the Church that came my way. " He snorts 
in abject disgust "Not long ago, all humans worshipped my kind as 
Gods - the agents of creation/destruction - but now, they worship 
only their own power and primitive icons, and dare even to send 
knights to 'take us out' (if I use your vernacular properly). It is 
my Quest" BD waits, as if waiting for a dramatic chord of music "To 
bring back the worship of my people by human-kind . . ." He considers 
Jones, Grays and Bodger. "Present company excluded of course. The 
pecuniary resources of this small kingdom may prove to be 
instrumental in my quest."
It is about this point that a man, after watching BD 'eating' the 
ornamental shrubs in the back of the cart, half-trots up alongside 
Miro and accosts him . . . .

# 'Where's the Warehouse' slots in here.