“Wow, I can’t
believe Kim Jong-il died.” Stephanie turned down the car radio when the news
report ended.
“I know,” said
Jeremy from the driver’s seat. “Who was he again?”
“The leader of
North Korea.” She pointed at the radio. “The one they’ve been talking about for
the last ten minutes.”
“Right, right.”
Darren nodded.
Stephanie looked
out the window. “I wonder how that will affect our relations with North Korea.”
“It might end
some tension,” said Darren. “It seems like there’s been hostility with them for
a long time.”
Stephanie gazed
at the passing scenery. “You could be right. It might increase diplomacy, but
it could also go the other way. What if his successor is more of a war monger?
What if he wants to expand their nuclear authority?”
“In that case,”
said Darren, “We’ll need more mobile surgical hospitals over there.”
“I suppose so…
wait, what?” she broke her gaze out the window and looked at him.
“The surgical
hospitals. If this new guy is more aggressive, there will be more casualties.
They can barely keep up with what they get now.” Darren shook his head out of
pity. “Those poor doctors are so overworked. It’s a good thing they have such
good senses of humor. Except for the rich ones, that is.”
“Darren,” said
Stephanie, “I hate to ask this, but do you actually know anything about North
Korea other than what you’ve seen on MASH?”
“Of course I do!”
He looked offended. “What kind of idiot do you take me for?”
“Sorry.” She reached
over and rubbed his shoulder. “It was just a stupid thought I had.”
“I’d say so.” He honked his horn at a car
that cut him off. “I know a lot about North Korea. For example, I could tell you
about their techniques of torturing people with scorpion poison, or how they
have the technology to burn people on earth with satellites covered in diamonds.”
Stephanie pulled her hand back. “So… MASH and that James Bond movie with Halle
Berry?”
Darren thought it
over. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
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