By BOOGER

PART SEVEN

The scientist in the white coat stepped up to the microphone. "sir, here are the preliminary results of the hypnotic subliminal tests. We find they work quite well, and particularly well on the mind that is receptive to Bowie music, cute dogs, and web surfing. We couldn't ask for better subjects."

Bowie; "Very well, you have finished your work here. Report to the submarine captain and prepare to depart by 0900 hours." Bowie switches off the intercom system and turns to Farquar. "When they arrive in the sub pen, have the scientists experminated."

Farquar; "But sir! I remind you how much money you had to expend to bring them here and develop the system!"

Bowie stroked his Persian cat for a moment. "Farquar, there are plenty more where they came from. Our recent wager netted us plenty of venture capital, even though the Advertisements at the stadium were cancelled by the French. Now, do as I say. Perhaps you are losing your touch?"

Farquar; "Very well sir. They will be dealt with."

Rex the evil Spookdog sat expectantly eyeing the fluffy fat Persian cat in Bowie's lap. Rex stared fixedly into its eyes, as it turned and gazed at him. "Ha", Rex thought, "I have you now". Suddenly, in the mind of the cat, it saw, not a huge black hound sitting nearby, but a nice warm bowl of milk.

Bowie; "Farquar, do you ever feed this dog of yours? I dislike the way it looks at my puss. Now, ready the television studio. Rex is about to make his debut."

Farquar yanked at Rex's leash, "Come Rex, time to go."

Rex; (Thinking) "Come on, just jump down here and drink me! I'm a nice warm bowl of milk! Come on! Jump!"

Farquar; "I said, let's GO!"

As Farquar drags Rex out of the room, down below in the operations center several armed guards escort the men in lab coats out.

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