<The doorbell sounds. With a sigh, the man walks into the palace foyer and opens the front door.

“Yes?” he greets.

The gentleman outside was wearing a gray suit, and his highly polished shoes were dusted from his walk from the parking lot -- about a quarter of a mile away. “Mr. Hussein?”

The tyrant ruler nods his head. “Yes, that is me.”

“Mr. Hussein, I’m from the UNSC, and...”

Hussein holds up a hand, stopping the speaker. “Oh, no. I gave at the office. Excuse me.” Shaking his head, he starts to close the door.

“Sir?” The visitor steps close, placing his foot to block the door. “Sir, I’m here from the United Nations Security Council.”

The dictator blinks and looks at him. “Hm?”

“I hereby serve you this subpoena...”

“Oh.” He turns to the interior of the palace. “Guards!”

Dan