He flew into a passive-aggressive rage and

He flew into a passive-aggressive rage and

threw the plate against the wall. The waiter quickly moved in close enough to grab the silverware and candlestick. "Sir, please, we don't want hurt you...". He wasn't in the mood

. He flipped over the table splashing the foie gras on the patrons in a side booth. "IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR A SLICE OF LIME IN MY ICE WATER!" The waiter hit the hidden button.

It was marked "touriste américain". A trap door dropped out below his seat & he was sent through a system of chutes to the place all misbehaving American tourists in Paris end up

- at Jim Morrison's grave. Here all other obnoxiously loud and drunk American tourists spend their afternoons. So here he landed. His appearance startled the sobbing art students.

But they grew used to his presence and soon resumed their sketches and Parisian banter. As night fell, the crowds dispersed but he remained. A full moon rose. Chopin's ghost

longed to move to Nice or even to Jerico, but in this version of the rules the ghost of Chopin wasn't allowed to leave Paris. What this composer needed was a rewrite! Tarantino dem

-olished the church and built a snazzy modern temple for his enormous ego. People all over the world would flock to this building to worship his greatness. If only

he had built it on Arcturus III instead of IV, which admittedly had better resources for temple construction, but

them's the breaks. It explained a lot about why ancient warp-capable cultures had such irregular ruins construction. Their architects were like our surgeons. Go figure.