Wisdom from the Great Powers

The cubicles of some monsterous Tech-Support Center form an impenitrable maze on all sides. While there are several radios tuned to different stations nearby, their owners are absent. Could it be lunch time already?

The Great Powers appear in the form of a humongous pile of goose liver pate, and without warning a large number of unemployed writers rush in armed with crackers and toast. There is a brief but fierce battle in which the writers are startled to discover a buffet that fights back. Finally the Great Powers manage to fend off the writers and then take the form of a large-screen TV in order to keep them pacified.

They take a moment to compose themselves in an attempt to look like ... well ... like Great Powers. Then they strike a pose that they think looks particularly omniscient and say, "Don't ever put a hot dog in the microwave and cook it for thirty minutes. It's nasty. Trust us on this one."

Suddenly an expression crosses their faces like they just remembered something of vital importance. "Hey," they say, "Is there any chance you could scurry off and find us some toasted cheese sandwiches? Cheddar please, with the crusts cut off, and some soup to go with that, a bisque perhaps."

The Great Powers all suddenly get lost expressions on their faces and mosey off, mumbling to themselves about lampshades, chocolate fondue, and the importance of a planned economy.