enter the fatman

The Fatman shambles into the kitchen for his morning coffee. He doesn't notice that I am dressed in my latest disguise. He pours himself a cup (warm and black the way i likes my women) and turns his back to me. He takes a sip, looks over my way, and spits the coffee in surprise.

Fatman: Why are you dressed like a Rabbi?

Me: I am in cognegroe!

Fatman: What?

Me: I gots to disguise myself, Fatman. I am constantly hunted by the Kee Yah. Ever since I retired from -

Fatman: The who?

Me: The Kee Yah! Do I have to spell everything out for you, Fatman? The C.I.A!

Fatman: The C.I.A? When did you work for the C.I.A?

Me: After I graduated from Harvard.

Fatman: You went to Harvard? Let me see your diploma!

Me: Let me see your diploma!

Fatman: You don't make any sense!

Me: You don't make any sense!

The Lady walks in, interrupting us in order to pour herself coffee. Fatman points at me and chortles.

Fatman: Honey, did you know Oscar worked for the C.I.A?

The Lady: Of course. Right after he graduated from Harvard.

Fatman takes his cup of coffee and storms out of the kitchen.

The Lady: Hey, you know what they say... See a broad, to get that booty yak 'em!

Me: Leg 'er down 'n smack 'em yak 'em.

The Lady: Cold got to be. You know? Shiiiiit.

We laugh. She leaves for work. I love the Lady.

O -out