Goreture II: There’s Moore

by Smitty

(If you don’t start with Paco, this post will make little sense)

Agent Kowalski grimaced at Faisal, securely bound in the chair. The table was empty save the screen sitting on some cheap playback gear. The Gore tape had failed. Or had it succeeded too well? Could the robotic utterances of Al Gore have affected a brain bleaching on Faisal Shahzad? Repeated questioning on the would-be Times Sqare Bomber produced nothing save a stream of Ramones lyrics.

There had to be something else. Something truly monstrous. Suddenly, Kowalski knew.

“Faisal, would you like to watch a movie? Don’t you think that Megan Fox is hot in those Transormers movies? Was Allah going to set you up with 72 virgin variations on the theme of Ms. Fox?”

Shahzad grimaced and said nothing, but a sudden intensity in his eyes betrayed a smoldering lust.

“Great, well, here is a treat for you, then, while I go out for a sandwich,” and Kowalski hit play on the DVD and left the room.

Sicko started, followed almost immediately by a “Noooooooooo” that rolled down the hall to bounce off the back of the smiling Kowalski.

Update: TrogloPundit does a face-plant in the heart of horror:

Goreture III