projection into the future

10 years later, we all gather again for dinner to discuss the recent bombing of the istana

chim: ah those incompetent fools, how dare they attack great works of art!
me: but MFA wasn't bombed, so the work of art is still standing. and walking too.
chim: ah yes. but they are still incompetent fools!
aud: yes, but luckily so, i am still only the deputy prime minister. after the old crank dies, we'll have to raise taxes to protect me better.
chris: how true. we need a greater budget for artiris! i mean, artillery.
ting (in heavily accented german): let us not talk about zuch boring ztuff. who haz zomefing zinteresting to zhare?
jiahui: i lost another toe when the sound activated grenade exploded on my foot.
puee: and what was it doing there?
jiahui: i wanted to see if it could fit as a toe ring.
me: and then?
jiahui: it fit so i clapped.
silence all around
chris attempts to change the topic: puee, where're u staying now?
puee: oh, 10 downing street. come visit me one day will you?
me: and how many isd officers are under you?
aud coughs once
puee: one thousand.
aud coughs even more violently
puee: actually, i lost count
aud: actually, there's no such thing as the isd. really. really. REALLY!
ting: vhere's junvan anyvay? iz zhe late?
me: she's still in her hostel room, convinced that orientation isn't over.
serene: that's sad, i'm already on my second job.
clar: didn't you graduate from phd at harvard just last week?
serene: i quit the first one coz my boss called me stupid
jiahui: but you ar................ (cuts off midway)
ackward silence
clar: aud, what's that button on your wedding ring?
me: can i pres..... (presses)
immediately, about 10 million men in black uniforms carrying machine guns engraved all over with ISD leap out of the walls and point guns at our heads.
aud: accident
the men melt back into the walls
aud: occupational hazard.
me: let's eat.