Leaning over the new hole in the floor, our

Leaning over the new hole in the floor, our hero peered suspiciously into the murky depths below the apartment complex. "This must be the work of my arch-nemesis, THE INTERRO-GATOR

a run down compound in Pakistan where some Tall Saudi guy was playing "pong" on a TV from 1991. Intrigued he sampled some goat and sat

on the rug next to him and although he didn't speak Pashto, a few hand motions and soon they were playing a heated game of pong. Maybe it was too much hookah, but when he won the

game, he was buddy-buddy with the Punjabi, painting henna on each other's hands and linking arms as they skipped in the rain singing Bollywood favorites

from yesteryear until we were bored to death of them (which didn't take long). Then the Punjabi threw fruit at a cow for decorative purposes and that's when the cops chased us out

for fear that we would kick innocent peoples' asses for no good reason. They were right. Just as I had aimed the cowtapult at the Punjabi village, the cops

came running to stop me from firing my catapult. But it was of no use I launched my sharp snake fangs and it hit

my neighbor's porch inches from his newspaper. He looked at the snake fangs and then my catapult. "Death from above!" I yelled as he shook his head and went back inside.

I stood there forlornly at the base of my catapult, bitterly disappointed that he would not play along. Kids these days! All they want to do is go inside & play computer games...