News Broadcast – Channel 9:
"BREAKING NEWS: FAILED FLY EXTERMINATION IN THE SEWERS!
"Multiple casualties occur as reporters and government authorities fall under the claws of Emperor Filthius!
Is this the dawn of a new age of mutant-fly overlords?! Will San Alvera City be swarmed?!"
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A few days after the festival a pair of strict looking men in government uniform showed up at the front desk of Bandots Merchandising Company.
One of them flashed a badge and said:
"We'd like to speak with the guy that goes by the name Zap Daddy."
Pfft!
The receptionist stifled a laugh then got on the intercom.
"Zap Daddy! Would Zap Daddy please come to the front desk! Paging Zap Daddy, please report to the front desk! You have visitors, Zap Da…."
She dissolved into a fit of laughter as Ricky stormed out of the office with a face as cloudy as a thunderstorm, his eyes blazing.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Ricky approached the two officials, trying not to glare at them as he shot dirty looks at the receptionist.
The warehouse staff were all chuckling in the background.
"Is there somewhere more private we can talk?" one of the men asked, his gaze sweeping the reception area from behind heavily tinted aviator sunglasses.
"Sure," Ricky grunted.
After borrowing his manager's cubicle-like office, Ricky turned to the men trying not to look too disgruntled.
Mentally he was plotting all the ways he would hurt Tim after they left.
"How can I help you guys?" he asked somewhat gruffly.
"What's your name Son?" asked the officer in sunglasses, his voice bold and commanding.
"Ricky Bolton, Sir."
"And you go by the name 'Zap Daddy'… is that correct?" the officer looked over the top of his glasses with a smirk.
Ricky gave a deep sigh.
"Is there something I can help you guys with?" he asked.
With a glance at each other, the men adjusted their posture, suddenly becoming serious.
"What we're about to share with you has to remain classified," the sunglasses wearing man said.
Ricky stared intently, his brows slightly furrowed as they continued to speak.
The government officials said their piece then after round of handshakes they left the office under the curious side-eyes of Ricky's coworkers.
"What did they say?" Tim asked excitedly as soon as the men left the building.
Ricky cast a peeved look at Tim and sighed inwardly. "That's classified," he replied.
His response made him fall victim to Tim's constant pestering for the rest of the day.
Ricky ignored Tim, his gaze drifting occasionally to the Thundering Destroyer as it lay enshrined in its place on his desk….