Welsh werewolf British Labour MP Magog Rhys Petley was in his London apartment.
He had just spent the evening with British Prime Minister David Cameron at 10 Downing Street.
Because he Magog had been so successful last month in persuading North Korean leader Kim Jong-un not to nuke the United States, the British government was now going to send him to Syria to try to negotiate a ceasefire between the government of Syrian President Bashar Assad and Syrian rebels.
A previous peace mission to Syria for Magog had failed (namely because Magog turned into a werewolf in his meeting with President Assad) but hopes were high that with the Korean Peninsular success behind him, this mission would be a success.
So Magog was off to the Middle East again.
It's a good thing he reflected that he enjoyed eating donairs and other Middle Eastern food.
* * *
Heathcliff Dionysus Campbell the Executive Vice-President of Aulos Music and Recording Ltd. here in London, England was being invited to hear yet another band by one of the company's talent scouts.
Heathcliff looked at the name of the band on the business card.
They were an American band although they had a British musician who played the pan pipes.
They were called Nero Wilson and The Cleveland Cleavers.
* * *
Set Enterprises Laboratories' resident mad scientist Dr. Cadbury Rocher had invited Renfield R. Renfield and Amadeus Emanon down to look at his new creation.
"As you are probably now aware," Dr. Rocher rubbed his hands together, "I've been trying to re-create the ancient Greek mythological creature the satyr Pan- who was a half-man and half-goat hybrid. Thanks to Amadeus' carelessness here, my first specimen was lost..."
"I'm reminded of it every time I'm not allowed to buy a Superman comic," Amadeus sighed.
"But I've now created a second specimen," Dr. Rocher smiled, "although there is something this second specimen lacks that the first specimen had."
"What's that?" Renfield asked.
"DNA from the homicidal maniac death heavy metal singer Stryker," Dr. Rocher replied, "I put it in my first specimen to give this satyr musician a 21st Century musical edge. But I had none of Stryker's DNA left to create my second specimen of Pan."
"Wasn't Stryker the guy I crucified in a nightclub on Good Friday a couple of years ago for having the nerve to swipe the last tuna fish sandwich from me on a plate two years previously?" Renfield asked.
"That's the one," Dr. Rocher nodded.
"Some of Stryker's groupies say he rose from the dead on Easter Sunday two days later in Highgate Cemetery near Karl Marx's grave," Amadeus ate a chocolate eclair.
"Well you know what airheads heavy metal groupies are," Dr. Rocher smiled.
"So what do you call this second Pan?" Renfield asked.
"Pan Deux," Dr. Rocher answered.
"Pan Deux?" Renfield scratched his head.
"Deux is French for two," Amadeus licked chocolate off two of his fingers.
"Thanks," Renfield glared at Amadeus.
"There's something else different about this second Pan as well," Dr. Rocher explained.
"What's that?" Renfield inquired.
"He doesn't play the pan pipes," Dr. Rocher replied, "he plays pipes but not the pan pipes."
"What pipes does he play?" Renfield asked.
Just then a man with goat's legs and feet walked into the lab wearing a kilt and playing the bagpipes.
"The bagpipes," Dr. Rocher stated the obvious.
"I think," Renfield covered his ears to escape the shrieking of the bagpipes, "that I'd prefer a second Pan who had homicidal maniac DNA like the first rather than a satyr who plays the bagpipes."
To be continued.
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