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We were at Champs de Mars. The Eiffel Tower

  • We were at Champs de Mars. The Eiffel Tower spotlight swept across the night sky like a giant eye and stopped, fixing us with its bright beam. The arclike legs were walking towards
  • Charles De Gaulle airport, intent on hijacking a plane and making it's way to NY to battle the Statue of Liberty. We knew it was up to us to stop the Tower from it's goal but there
  • were these beefeaters everywhere. But, they were giving TOURS! So we joined a tour to get inside the Tower. We had to stop it before the Battles of Monuments began. Besides the
  • tour, they were offering a bedazzling collection of Medieval paraphernalia. I thought they were rather cliché in their choice of display: armors, weapons (sigh) and shields
  • but I would have rather had was a chalice and flatware. Anything that let us see how they ate. Being a chef of high caliber, I wanted to make the medieval meal as accurate as
  • possible short people getting dysentery or worse from poor hygiene. So, I washed all the medieval food with
  • battery acid, but I'm not sure that worked as well as I planned. For one thing, the batteries in my walkman had that white gunk on them, and medieval dinner tasted horrible. King W
  • illiam grimaced as he bit into the roast venison that unbeknownst to him had been laced with white gunk from the batteries in a time traveler's walkman. I tried not to mirror his
  • moonwalking writhing in his 80's shoulder pads but it was too much and William and I were poisoned and passed into the junky stream of the universe to
  • live out the rest of our days as mere artifacts. A million years later, we were resurrected and went on this book tour to promote our amazing story. It IS amazing, isn't it?

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