At this hysterical response by the Russain Scientist, South Africa pulled out a blow dart tranquilizer gun and shot him in the neck, causing him to pass out. The scientist slumped off his chair and curled up in the fetal position sucking his thumb and periodically muttering the word, "mommy it's not morning yet," in a slurred Russian voice anytime the sunlight shifted.
Of course, at this response the other countries sat in shock and awe. All for, of course, the hysterical chinaman that jumped up and nearly got his head blown off by the Russians for attempting to gouge the eyes out of the sunglassed black suits. Had the Canadian not grabbed him by the belt and held him in one of those comical running and not getting anywhere scenes, then they would have all been in shock for having brains splattered all over them. All the while, the Canadian continued to flirt with the waitress.
The American Doctor stood, eyes forlorn as he looked upon the confused body of the Russian Scientist. The cold war was supposed to be over. They were supposed to be fighting terrorism in Afghanistan and the swine flu on the east coast, not a form of anthrax made to look like little skulls as noted during the Anthrax scare. But now, on top of H1N1 and H3N8, now they had...
"This thing needs a name," pipped up a bystander, an Australian that just so happened to have hacked into the invitation system to find the classified information of the meeting place. The focus turned from the Russians to the random Australian, noting his crocodile dundee appearance. Registering his response, all the brillant minds of the scientists scratched their chin. The American businessman looked about, then stated rather smugly,
"Since it's a copulation of anthrax, small pox, yellow fever, scarlet fever and the plague, why not combine them all into one word? Like Yellow Scarlet AnthraSmall Plague?"