Rudy's Dinner (cross-post from GD)

[Danger Mouse]

Rudy padded out into the kitchen in his fuzzy bear slippers, looking for something to eat. The only thing he could find in the freezer was a Red Baron pizza. Chuckling to himself at the thought of consuming the Red Baron's flesh, he looked at the directions on the box.
'Bake 9 to 11 minutes' they said.
Rudy mouthed the words to himself, staring off into space.
'9 to 11...9 to 11'
In his mind, he heard the screams of the dying, the awful sound of the towers collapsing, the wonderful sound of money pouring in, the voices raised in praise calling him 'America's mayor.' He could hear the pounding of jackboots on pavement, the sound of guns firing, of police batons splintering bone and crushing skulls. He saw himself, dressed in a black uniform, jackboots shining, turning America into what he had wanted New York City to become under the rule of his iron fist.
When he finally stopped daydreaming, he realized that the pizza had started to thaw, and that he now had a massive hard-on.
The pizza baked for a glorious 9 to 11 minutes, and Rudy sat down to his dinner, contemplating more ways he could exploit a national tragedy for his own gain.

(just thought the lounge should've been the place i posted it in the first place)

[greatauntoftriplets]

1. Babies!!!

As I previously said on the GD post.

[Danger Mouse]

2. nooooo