...<The crowd hears the pulsating sound of an approaching helicopter. The helicopter hovers above the auditorium for some time, and then…a mass comes crashing through the ceiling, right next to the speaker stand. With close observance, the crowd notices it is nobody else than DÛke. Slowly, DÛke gets up and dusts himself clean, as the crowd grew uncomfortable seeing this action that resembled some futuristic act of terrorism.>
DÛke slowly approaches the stand, where Spiderman stood with a “wtf?” remark on his face. Onto the microphone, DÛke proceeds to thank the audience…>
I would just like to say -- <DÛke is interrupted by the terrorizing loud screams that instantly fills the auditorium. The crowd goes wild!>
”He’s a terrorist,” somebody shouted. “Call 911, call 911!!!” others yelled. “Run for your life! He’s gonna hi-jack the place! RUN!” an idiot suggested. “A suicide bomber!” a lifeless life form stated. “Mommy, I don’t wanna die!” A little girl cried. “It’s the bad man with the black hair AND side burns!!!” an unknown proclaimed. A lot were running in circles of panic, trying to find the way out.
<With a mesmerized look on his face, DÛke simply proceeds on speaking…>
I would just like to say…
“NOOOO, please don’t kill me…I have 307 kids and a wife!!!” A man cried.
I would just like to say…thank you.
“NOOOOOO! Let me at least call my husband and confess that I’ve cheated on him, and that I secretly married another guy, and have 307 kids, and that I’m a ‘lizard’…” A woman cried…
<DÛke nods, and lets off a good ol’sigh. He proceeds to Spiderman, to accept his prize…but Spiderman hadn’t any! Another soft sigh…> The least you could have done is get me a Korg Triton keyboard…or even better, a date with Sandra Cretu. Oh well, thanks anyway.
<The crowd that is still screaming in panic overshadows the helicopter’s noise. A stair way slowly descents form the helicopter. DÛke takes one last great look at this whimsical crowd, and lets off one great laughter. He then proceeds to the helicopter, trying not to laugh some more. He reaches the top, and orders the pilot to PLEASE “move on”…>
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Seriously, thanks everyone!
Istanbul -- how about a music composer?