The guitar was used to communicate with the

The guitar was used to communicate with the other spy. The location of debriefing was the Guitar Center. He would come in and noodle "Hotel California," while the "cashier" trans

vestite made high signs to the guitar tech in back. He'd flip a switch and the entire wall of guitars would turn from music to munitions. Songs in the key of death, so to speak.

The room slowly filled with the damned ... If by "the damned," you mean those damned whiney pseudo-Goths born in the 1990s, who stare blankly at expensive glowing smart phones

glued to their palms, or if by "the damned," you mean those entitled, greedy, materialistic, neoconservative hedge fund managers, who stare blankly between CNBC and Fox News

She took a second to mull it over. It might very well be their last chance to escape. She reached for his hand.

She barely had enough time to pull him in before the banana outbreak, and they were lucky to find cover. Within short notice there were bananas as far as the eye could see.

Even though all of their friends and family were no more, they at least had an endless supply of bananas, their favorite fruit! She sensuously one pealed open, parted her lips, and

attempted to take a bite. However, a samurai chimp appeared as if by magic, slicing the banana in half. As the top half fell to the floor with a mushy "thud", the chimp slashed at

the woman, chopping her head off in a grisly display of ultraviolence. "Okay, human race-- you f*cking had that coming. Seriously, we don't appreciate being tested on."