Meanwhile at Merapi something was stirring. Slowly,almost imperceptibly, volcanic lava began to ooze. In Yogyakarta, Koobla Karn, the attache of The Plezhurr Doam, called the Police. "I want coffee, quick!".
"Coffee...erh..poisened...or boiled sir?" asked Hamengkubuwono, his hand reaching for the percolator.
"We need chicory!" Karn snapped."And none of those Dandelions thank you!"
The president leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. The phone engineer was changing the lightbulb when Karn's call sign appeared before his eyes. The dead bulb left an ominous hole in the middle of Karn's forehead. He knew then that Koran-Smythe's theory on mini black holes was
Would you like a stress pill Dave?