‘I…I think I want my clothes back! We…we need to leave!’ I said, my voice trembling. ‘I’m afraid that’s not possible.’ he said, the ha...f smile still on his face. ‘As we speak, your clothes are stoking the fire in the great hall.’ ‘What? How dare you! I demand that you let us leave at once!’ I said, the anger rising in my voice. ‘If you wish, you may leave right now. But, keep in mind, in your present state of dress, you, and your daughter, will freeze to death in a matter of a very few. "They asked what I had in mind and their smiles soon matched mine as I told them what we had done to change the Munich Olympics and said "remember the parking garage attack on the WTC? It won't happen, neither will 9-11. We're going to put a serious hurt on some people. Then we're going to hunt them down and exterminate them like the vermin they are. I want them to go to their meeting with Allah and get what they deserve. I'd like for them to meet him adorned in various pork products, hear "no. "Generally when that happens, it's best to go back and take a different tack. 'Thinking outside the box', if you will, allows you to come up with a whole new tactic." Hmm, it makes sense," Alex said. "I haven't gotten anywhere with my current approach, though I'm at a loss about new options. I mean, if I don't understand how I do what I'm currently doing, trying to figure out something I've never done might be asking for the impossible." Well, maybe approaching it from a new direction will. My parents, brothers, sisters and their spouses sat there for the next two hours while Katie, Margie, and I related the story to them. We included everything, even the trips to Boston. We didn't include the sex - well not most of it anyway. Mostly my family stared at us in stunned disbelief the entire time."And you really expect us to believe this bullshit, Mark?" my brother Paul asked when we had finished. My brothers-in-law also looked doubtful but allowed my blood relatives to carry the ball.