Publisher's Synopsis
The Minister took a flare gun out of her rasta-style hair. "What the fuck is that for?" The governor asked. She shot towards the sky. A beautiful red light illuminated everything. The Minister of Foreign Relations and Spy Matters put back the flare gun into her massive hair. "It's for emergencies only," she said."Emergencies?" The governor's wife asked."It's correct," the minister said. "It has to be used only when the President, or the governor or a tourist or a spy, come to visit us..."
