I walked into the East Coast Liaison Center for the Church of Scientology on West 48th Street. The front room was all white with fluorescent lights, and measured about 10 feet by 15 feet. This is strange, since those are small dimesnions for a room, especially when the building was quite large. Everyone inside was dressed like a flight attendant. There were copies of Dianetics everywhere.
I picked up a copy of L. Ron Hubbard’s treatise and stuck it down my pants.
“Sorry guys, I haven’t peed in days. I really need one of these Diuretics. Diuretics, get it? Dianetics, Diuretics! Get it!?!” I then proceeded to laugh, long and loud.
They didn’t find the joke nearly as funny as I did.
Help me. Please. I haven’t seen sunlight in days. And the keep playing Battlefield Earth. Oh, Lord, please help me.