The CIA knocked on my door asking to speak to one McGannahan Skjellyfetti. It turns out this is Tibor's real name. He is an escaped convict from parts unknown. He has no place of birth. He just appeared one day. Attempts to fingerprint him are useless and he is versed in over 9000 languages both real and fake.
This is a photo of Tibor the day I dropped him off for deployment to Iraq in 2003.
Tibor used Jedi Mind Tricks to give the CIA no new information. He said he plans on selling grilled cheese sandwhiches and patchouli at the NATO summit and has no intention of upheaving the November elections.
This is a scene from Tibor's Summer Internment Camp for kids 12 and under.
Tibor somehow convinced the CIA he isn't a threat. I fear not only for my own safety as I write this but also for the future of this planet. Tibor must be stopped. I don't care that he's my adopted son.
I found this photo in Tibor's knapsack which shows him smoking and holding the head of an RPG. He told me it was photoshopped, but I know him better. He is planning something. But what?
TO BE CONT.......
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