|
|
You
arrive at New York's German Embassy. Exhausted from your trip, you
collapse at the foot of a very stern looking man with a little square mustache.
"Entchuldigung," he begins, "wo sind Sie von? Und wer sind Sie?"
You slowly look up, taking in the shiny, black boots, the crisp, olive-green
uniform, the neatly combed hair. You scream. "Halt!" the man
yells, "Geh nicht! Du Ungeheur! Ungeziefer Ugeheur!"
Forget the souvenir stein, you've gotta get out of this crazy place!