CB: Well, you pawns of pop culture, I'm afraid that the next few weeks at Southridge will
be my last. I'm transferring to another place.
Bob: You wouldn't leave this glorious nation, would you?
CB: I'm afraid so, Big Daddy. I'm off to Beirut, thousands of miles away from you and your bloody minds.
Bob: But what about the next generation of students who must be forged in your image? We would be deprived of your - - -
CB: Alas, your ultimately WISE choice of a new world leader has led me to continue my services in a country worthy of intelligence.
Karl: You mean in Beirut? HA! Now there's a hell hole not worth mentioning! Back Next Page