The President picked up the receiver and hit the speaker button. "Good afternoon, Do!" he began, "Ready to give it up? Ready to save these innocent people?"
"I was hoping," came Chairman Do's voice, "that I could make you see reason. This is all a tragic mistake. Someone has deceived you into thinking I was responsible for this situation, when I am totally innocent."
"Do nek egret," The President snapped, "Do not lie to me, Do, I know better! Don't think when this is finished you are going home. You will not."
"What are you talking about, Mr. President?" the Chairman stammered. "I don't understand these strange words you are using."
"Yes you do, Eshtar," The President snapped, "you understand me perfectly, toag slap! Shi da ma, eshtar egret, shi da oman shy da shied."
"I do not understand you, Mr. President!" the Chairman repeated again. "I was happy to establish a dialogue to keep our people from killing each other. You people are not going to be happy, Mr. President when the body bags start coming home! When they start burying their brave sons they won't be praising you any more.
Let's let there be reason, Mr. President! Let's give everyone some hope. Let's find a reasonable solution for this dillema. I am my people's beloved leader. They will not sacrifice me because your special effects people in Hollywood made some tapes makiing it appear I did something I didn't do! There's still time to call off this madness, still time for reason to prevail."
"Your time has run out, Son Of Stone!" The President answered. "If you get on a plane right now and fly to Seoul and give yourself up THEN maybe we can call this whole thing off. But until you're in custody there's no turning back. Now I really CAN'T waste any more time with you. I've got imortant matters to take care of. Do you wish to surrender, or not?"
"Go to hell!" the Chairman snapped.
"Precisely where I will be going!" The President answered, "See you there, Do!" He pressed the button, breaking the connection, and all around him stared for several moments. Finally Major Smith spoke up. "Mr. President, what's toag slap?" The President seemed to be in a daze, and looked up at The Chief Of Intelligence. "Uh, sorry!" he finally managed. "What was that, Major?"
"What's toag slap?" Smith repeated.
"Oh!" The President answered, "It's a parasitic worm that takes residence in its victim's intestines, and slowly bleeds them to death."
The Major thought for a moment. "Fits old Do to a T!" he finally managed.
"Quite so!" The President sighed. "If you all will excuse me, I need some rest."
An aid entered, came up to The Major and handed him a slip of paper. The Major smiled and nodded. "Mr. President!" he announced, "we've just received word Operation Cucumber is commencing. First planes have entered North Korean airspace and engaged the enemy."
"Good!" The President remarked. "As soon as we have any word on Operation Dill Weed, I want an immediate report, even if I'm sleeping, wake me."
"Certainly, Mr. President!" The Major answered.
"I need to be out there," The President mumbled, "but I don't have the energy. I need a power source." He starred at Sing. The Major followed his gaze.
"Is she ready, sir?" he asked, "Does she have the strength?"
"Ample!" The President answered. "It's control that's the problem. Sing!" The President snapped, "would you come to my bedroom with me? There's something I need to discuss with you."
"Certainly!" the interpreter answered with a smile.
As soon as The President shut the door she began undoing her dress.
"No!" The President objected. "No sex. Not tonight, anyway. I need you for another purpose. I need to leave my body, to go out and help those beginning the air operation. I need a power source, someone to supply me with energy. That person MUST be female and willing. It will do no permanent harm, but you will awake in the morning quite uncomfortable. You will have flu like symptoms which will probably last most of the day. It is not difficult to do, it is simply a matter of sleeping with me."

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