Pan Goatee On Park Avenue

Pan Goatee On Park Avenue



The New York City billionaire hid behind a curtain in his Park Avenue apartment as he spoke to Pan Goatee.


Pan figured the man was possibly either quite shy or extremely ugly or maybe both.



As Pan heard a rustling behind the curtains that overlooked a grotesque face painted on a globe of the world that sat on a throne in front of the black curtain, a parrot in a cage on a nearby table squawked, "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!  Squawk! Toto, I've got the feeling we're not in Kansas anymore. Squawk!".




A gun emerged from behind the curtain and was fired.



The parrot fell to the copy of The Wall Street Journal on the floor of his bird cage- quite dead.



"You're right," a voice behind the curtain said, "you're not in Kansas anymore."



Pan was starting to feel a kinship with the billionaire behind the curtains after he watched this display.



"I understand," the billionaire looked at a copy of Pan Goatee's resume behind the curtain as he spoke, "that you have the ability to astral project
and that furthermore you have the ability to kill people with your astral body using either an astral machete or an astral semi-automatic."



"That is correct," Pan Goatee beamed from ear to ear on his furry, fuzzy unshaven face.


He was quite proud of his skills and abilities.



"And I understand," the billionaire flipped over to the second page of the genetically created half-man half-goat satyr serial killer's 666-page resume, "that you're able to shape-shift into various human forms and appearances with your astral body?".



"And other life forms as well," Pan Goatee stuck out his chest proudly.



He was currently working on doing a lifelike impersonation of Kermit the Frog with his astral body.




"I want you," the billionaire spoke, "to astral project to the so-called Holy Land and while there to kill multitudes of people.  You're to kill a whole bunch of Palestinians while looking like a Jewish settler and then to kill a whole bunch of Israeli Jews while looking like a fighter of the Fatah al-Aqsa Martyrs' Brigade.   Will you do it?".



Pan Goatee had in fact done such a very thing for free last autumn while in the area of Jerusalem's Temple Mount.


He had done it as a practical joke to keep himself amused.



"Sure," Pan Goatee replied, "how much will you pay me?".



"I'll pay you $100,000 per person you kill," the billionaire answered.




"All right," Pan Goatee answered as he looked down at his fingernails and figured they could use a good manicure, "how many people do you want me to kill?".




"As many as possible," the billionaire answered, "whatever amount it takes to start an all-out war between Israel and the Palestinians."



To be continued.





-A vampire novel chapter
 written by Christopher
 Friday April 11th
 2014.


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