"So I'll be taking a Russian submarine down to Seattle, Washington this evening," Renfield R. Renfield put his Russian-English Dictionary into his coat pocket.
"What for?" Amadeus was watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving on television.
"To get back at the Americans for deporting me last weekend," Renfield swallowed some whisky, "The Russians have hired South African witch doctor Sterling Makabo to go to the top of the Seattle Space Needle and to cast a spell to raise all the turkeys (who have been eaten this Thanksgiving Day) to rise from the dead and kill their eaters. Tomorrow millions of Americans when they wake up will find themselves dead."
"If they're dead, how will they be able to wake up?" Amadeus asked.
Renfield ignored the question.
"What angered Putin so much that he's hired a witch doctor to do this?" Amadeus asked another question.
"It's apparently an American billionaire that's been providing the anti-Putin Russian girls' punk rock group Pussy Riot with so much financial support," Renfield counted his rubles, "so this is Putin's way of getting back at him. I'm to stand on top of the Space Needle and help Makabo recite his spell."
"Can you buy me an I Love Seattle t-shirt while you're down there?" Amadeus ate some popcorn.
"All right," Renfield shut the door and hurried from the room down the stairs into the lobby and out the hotel door into the Vancouver night.
To be continued.
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