Friday, February 18, 2011
I was chatting up a woman at this party when a SWAT team crashed through the roof and pinned me to the ground. "I'm sorry, ma'am," one of them said, "but we can't allow you to love a puppet." "A puppet?" the woman repeated. "But he seemed like such a nice man." "That's just what his puppeteer wanted you to think, ma'am," the SWAT officer responded. "Good for you we took care of him first." And I realized I had gone completely limp, even though no one was holding me down anymore. I couldn't move at all. I couldn't even look the woman in the eyes.