Imperative Interrogative Intervention (Ask Me)

In a previous life I was a cantilever crane operator. I was forced to make peace with this revelation when I went to see my Botswanian fourth grade teacher perform in the Off-Thomaston St. production of "Putin on the Ritz" where Mrs. Tinker starred as Boris Yeltsin. In the scene where Yeltsy established the State Duma, Prop Guy thought it would be a clever play on Russian words if he used a cantilever crane to have Rodin's "The Thinker" crush the Supreme Soviet. Unfortunately, Prop Guy suffered from a ruptured appendix at the end of Act II forcing my best friend, Meg (also 8,) to answer her former life calling of being a world-renowned ruptured appendix fixer. I, on the other hand, saved the play and Prop Guy's medical benefits by restoring chaos to the cosmos by delivering "The Thinker," unabashedly in all his assiduous and nascent grandeur. It was I who saved the finale when the newly 450 members of the Duma (comprised of the local 4-H Club,) were picked up at the local depot by train. As the curtain closes we see that the conductor is actually the ghost of Nicolas II, and instead of 'Depot' the sign reads 'despot,' leaving the audience to conclude there to be a sequel to "Putin on the Ritz," to the tune of "SS-27 Tel me of the AA-10 Alamo: A reenactment as performed by a Lenin-grad."