"Yes, let me try to explain thees one more time Meeess Nancy""You have theese two wires. One ees red and one ees green. Eeet ees very, very important to press at thee same time"
"At the same time Mr. Assad? Or do you mean one first and the other second"
"No Meees Nancy. Same time! You must press SAME TIME!"
"And should I have my unseasonable falling leaf scarf over my head, or fashionably draped over my shoulders, Mr Assad?"
"Who do I look like to you Mees Nancy?! I am not that Karl Lagerfeld man! I am Bakshir! Optomitrist and (alleged) murderer of Amir Taheri! You must press theee buttons Meees Nancy! Press them hard....at theee same time!"
"And tell me again what happens when I press the buttons...I seem to have forgotten"
"Ahhh, sacre bleau! You press theee buttons when you get close to Booosh. Then we will have regime change"
"Oh they're magic buttons then! Ooooh I so like magic buttons. They remind my of my coed days in the all girl dorm. Why there was this lovely young lass - talk about a magic button - who joined our floor when I was a senior. She was very impressionable, and I sort of took her under my...."
"Enough! I can't take anymore of thees. Just poosh thee buttons Mees Nancy!"
"She was blonde, and eager to learn....."
"Ahhhh why can we not find a man to do theees work?! Does anyone have John Kerry's cell number!"
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