Alhaji thought carefully, and then said: "Come back here tomorrow and you'll have the job. But listen carefully. This is what you need to do. Find me a young virgin who has never seen a Nigerian before. Bring her here to the city and then find me a young lad who has never seen a Nigerian before. This is all you need."
"Really?" she asked.
"Really" he said. "Oh, and one more thing. Here take my first child with you. He hasn't seen the world yet. He'd love the trip." Alhaji brought out his first child from within the confines of the next room and presented it to the beast. She smacked her lips, but luckily no one noticed. The child was ripe to be munched on too, but she would have to wait till she got the job and then she would have the authority to wreak havoc--even on these stupid Nigerians helping her out.
"Why don't you leave your number here. It might not be wise to carry it with you."
She shifted uneasily for a second, but the sight of Alhaji's first son assured her there was nothing to worry about. She left the 666 in the condo and they all went out for dinner. Later on that night, she and the boy proceeded to the airport to get on the plane in order to find the young virgin. To find a virgin these days is hell. But a virgin who hasn’t met a Nigerian? When they had boarded the plane she noticed something strange about the boy--he was beginning to decompose.
"Stop this plane! Stop this plane!" she yelled.
"I'm sorry but we can't do that until we get to Pakistan," your-captain-speaking said.
She could not believe this! By the time the plane landed, seven hours later, the boy was nothing but a heap of grass. With great angst, she swam back to Westchester in New York and went straight to Alhaji's condo. She went up the elevator, but when she rang the doorbell an old white couple opened the door.
"We don't know what you are talking about" they said. They had been on vacation and had just gotten back. No, they didn't have any Nigerian nephews or relatives.
She was mad--very mad. She killed the old couple and ransacked the apartment searching for the number. It was gone! It was gone!!
She ran quickly to the office of Revelation and Company, but just as she was about to say something, that snotty man came out again and said: "Ah... I'm sorry madam, but the job is taken."
"That can't be. I'm the only one with the 666 number!"
"Er, but you are wrong. Someone--a man--came in here today with not only the number, but a resume stacked with more qualifications than even Satan. In fact, to make things better, he was Nigerian."
"Argggggghhhh!" she screamed as she fell to the floor, desolate. She walked out into the street and screamed even more. She was one of the homeless masses in NY city. She looked for a nice spot under a chair in the subway station and fell asleep. Maybe she could forget her problems while asleep."
Somewhere in the Bronx, an oddly shaped man with the number of the beast strolled through the streets wreaking havoc.
He laughed in a very funny way.
"Hia hia hia hia hia hia hia. <<<<grin>>>
The end
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