By BOOGER

PART SIX

Meanwhile, in an underwater base, somewhere in the Carribean...

The c.e.o. sits in his huge black chair, behind bullet proof glass, in a balcony overlooking a busy operations center full of whirring computers. Guards in paramilitary gear stand at the exits, clutching submachine guns. Mr. Farquar stands by the c.e.o.'s side. Rex, the Evil Spookdog sits on his haunches, next to Farquar, keenly eyeing the white Persian cat on the c.e.o.'s lap.

D.B.; "What are the developments?"

Farquar; "This morning our operatives in the Argentine, bribed the Brazilian soccer team to wear Earthling style great coats in the final world cup game, this Sunday."

D.B.; "And the banners?"

Farquar; "They'll have the Earthling album cover and Bowienet adverts on all the billboards around the stadium."

D.B.; "Verrry nice. Now, place a 1 billion dollar bet on France, to win. The Brazillians will be giving us free advertising, AND, it will be great good fun to watch them trip all over the tails of those Union Jack coats."

Farquar smiles to himself.

Rex smiles to himself. A tiny bead of saliva drips from his upper lip.

The Persian cat begins to look nervous, as two men in starched white lab coats approach a microphone down below her.

The first scientist begins to speak...

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