"After exposing the secret chamber of John Kicker, you left his prayer hall with your horse cart and passed through many ways. You amused people on the way with your funny songs and gestures. On the journey, when you reached the front of the mayor's house, you noticed a big crowd protesting there. They were the protesters from the opposite party demanding the resignation of the corrupt mayor. Protesters were trying to go inside to see the mayor, but his security guards stopped them at the gate and informed them that the mayor was out.
That time you came to the scene with your decorated horse cart.
Security guards stopped you at the gate and asked. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am the Judas the Apostle who betrayed Jesus." You replied.
People clapped at your answer.
"Really..? Did I say like that?" Hearing the story, Uncle Bull asked and laughed.
"Yes, you did. The security chief told you in response to your claim that you were Judas. If you are Judas with those precious historical coins, the thirty pieces of silver, which you gained with the infamous kiss that betrayed Jesus, why don't you go to the capitalist market at the southern end of the city? The plutocrats who hunt for precious historical artifacts will buy your precious silver coins at a huge price.
Last week Dracula's niece arrived to sell the infamous coffin of her grandfather, Lord Dracula of Transylvania. She sold this antique coffin there for two million dollars. The plutocrats later auctioned it off to former President Atom Man for five million. Atom Man said that he would use that magically powered coffin for his funeral. Because he believes that due to its magical powers, he can emerge from it at midnight and drink human blood. So you sell those historic silver coins of yours at a dream price there, and then buy a nuclear warhead from the traders selling abandoned Cold War products on the Russians' red market and sell it to terrorist leader Kafir Khan camped in the Bermuda Triangle for a high price."
"And then?" You asked him.
He replied, "Then with that money, you go to the sin city in Las Vegas and buy a dollar mill, a dollar mill means a casino where money piles up. This is what you the Judas should do, don't come here to give another kiss of betrayal to earn some more silver coins, your body will be bad."
Hearing the story, Uncle Bull smiled without any comments. Kimbler continued.
"Then you replied to the security chief that, I have invested that money, precious silver coins, in an investment firm operating on Wall Street. The owner of this establishment is the descendant of a merchant of Venice who demanded human flesh for his bad debts. So they know how to make a profit with that money. They have invested that money in the cluster bomb business. Many wars are going well in many places, so business is booming. I want to know the current status of my share. Olga Sweetie, the director of the investment firm, is here for a poolside meeting with the mayor. Please let me go in and see her.
"Nobody has come here. You the bloody hell move away." A guard tried to stop you by pointing his gun.
The next moment, you came out from the cart and picked up that guard, and threw him like a handball to the mayor's compound. A loud noise was heard, the falling sound of the security guard. He fell into the swimming pool on the roof where the naked mayor and two Russian beauties were having fun. The mayor and the beauties ran out of the pool. The people gathered there surrounded you in amazement seeing your miraculous act of picking up someone like a ball and throwing him away. They chose you as their leader.
'He is the savior, the David. He is here to crush the corrupted Goliath.' One from the crowd said loudly. Others agreed on it. Meanwhile, the rest of the guards who were on duty at that time fled there immediately after seeing the horrifying scene of you picking up a man like Hercules and throwing him. You led the protesters to the mayor's palace. They kicked the door open and entered.
"Where is the goddamn Goliath? Our David is here to kick your filthy ass. Come on you bastard and bring the money that you robbed from the government treasury by the name of several fake contracts." The angry mob roared. "Come on you damn rascal, we want to tattoo your dick with devil chili."
You drove people to the roof. There, some of the crowd had caught the mayor and two beauties hiding in a room. The mayor's wife's night dress was given to the three who covered their bodies with bed sheets."
"What a bloody story is this..!" Uncle Bull sighed. "Where was the mayor's wife then?"
"She is out of the country, on a pilgrimage," Kimbler said.
"Some took photos of the mayor in a lady's gown with Russian beauties, which are now flying around the Internet." Captain Randy said.
"He'll kill me, I'm sure. Because I'm Judas, who did this," Uncle Bull said sadly.
"My dear friend, what you have done is a great thing. He's Judas, the traitor to be stoned to death, not you," Kimbler said.
"And then…?" Uncle Bull looked at Kimbler
"People took photos and videos of the mayor and two women dressed in funny clothes and then asked them to march to the ground floor for the trial. The crowd made you the judge of the trial. Then the trial took place.
"Your honor, what we should do with these spy tits?" Pointing to the ladies, the leader of the mob asked you. "Of course, police is not suitable to handle these concubines of this type of damn dick." He looked at the mayor and continued. "These spicy chicks will show their hormone tits and pig-ass to the cops and will escape from their custody."
"Let's bring some leeches and let them graze on their pond." One replied.
"Or release the piranhas into their pool. They will purify them." Another one commented.
"We can hand over them to Kafir Khan, the Godfather of the terrorist. He will put some lovely bikini bomb at their hip and ask them to perform a fancy catwalk through the market." One man from the mob said.
"I have a better idea." Another one said. "Let us arrange a rocket ride for them. Just send them to Dr. Agathi's space center. He needs some booby chicks like this for the upcoming Alien Marathon which will be taking place in space the next week."
"They need better treatment." Another opinion came. "HIV-positive Pirate hero, Rascal Daddy, and his 250 virus-infected followers are going to the Blackhole, an isolated island, situated somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. This is a suicide trip. They will not return. They will be staying on the island forever. So, let us send these two birds to nurse them in their peaceful life."
That suggestion was acceptable to everybody.
The leader asked your opinion. "Savior, please comment."