This will be the story of a group of boomers who wanted to be taken 
seriously.

Unfortunately...

Leon paced in his office. Technically, it wasn't his, but since the 
Chief had been abducted, he was acting chief.  

"Leon! We've found him!"

"Thank God. Where and how is he?"

"Very embarassed, and hanging from the roof of a church."

"Oh God... what did they do THIS time?"

"Well... He's not naked."

"That's a good start."

"No, he's wearing suspenders and stockings, and that's it."

Leon put his face in his hands. "And?"

"They've glued a pineapple to his head, and drawn a detailled map of 
Madagascar on his back. He's also got his hands stuck in a apir or 
rubber gloves full of porridge."

"Same demand?"

"Yep. Give them their freedom, or they'll continue to humiliate people 
at random until someone agrees. We've also got a report on another 
missing person."

"Who've they grabbed this time?"

"Priss, as in 'Priss and the Replicants'."

Leon groaned again. At least these Boomers were incapable of killing 
people.

*****

The broadcast was live.

"Now give us our freedom, or we'll expose his butt to all of Megatokyo!"

Behind the demented boomer, a fuming man in a grey suit wasstanding with 
his trousers down. He had a fetching pair of Rising Sun boxer shorts 
on... but would anyone save him from public ridicule?


I think this will be the strangest BGC 'fic ever written.

You have been warned! 

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