Backroom of the bombmakers hideaway: Musab, the bombmaker hovers over a new IED he’s working hard on to get finished. When the deliveryman arrives with explosives, wire, cell phones and other assorted bm materials.
Hey, Musab turn the music down I need you to sign for the delivery. What’s with you, Dixie Chicks, Dixie Chicks, Not Playing Nice, always with the loud music. Coupla’ weeks ago it was Neil Young, before that Pearl Jam you gotta quit this and concentrate more….we need more bombs to kill the Americans with.
Musab: Hey, I gotta get inspiration from somewhere. We’re losing support all over the world except for the music world and Hollywood. They support me I buy their bootleg music. Look at the PR they’re getting all over the American television and news magazines bashing Bush. Man, we couldn’t done any better with a Fifth Ave. ad agency. Of course, sometimes I thing they’re a little harsh on Bush, I mean maybe the guy’s caught up in the system and can’t help himself or something and maybe I think sometimes he’s probably a pretty nice guy.
Delivery guy: Yeah, well I’m just warning you. We need more production and you know what happened with the last bombmaker when he turned the speakers up too loud. He’s now with the 75 virgins in martyr heaven. By the way did you ever get an answer from that letter you sent Neil Young asking him if he wanted to volunteer to be a martyr………..