He rushes into the Oracle office, running up the stairs with all the speed and agility of an elvin king, a fist full of pictures in his hands.
"Amal!! Amal!! Hold the presses! You wouldn't believe the pictures I have! Kissing pictures!! Pictures of people kissing who shouldn't be kissing! Pictures of the inflammatory, spouse-is-gonna-kill-ya kind!!"
He stops short, seeing that the presses are already running and the paper is about to make it onto the streets.
He sighs.
"Well, I guess the pictures that will launch a thousand beatings (not to mention divorces) will have to wait for the next thrill-packed issue."
He goes to put the pictures in the Oracle safe.
"Amal!! Amal!! Hold the presses! You wouldn't believe the pictures I have! Kissing pictures!! Pictures of people kissing who shouldn't be kissing! Pictures of the inflammatory, spouse-is-gonna-kill-ya kind!!"
He stops short, seeing that the presses are already running and the paper is about to make it onto the streets.
He sighs.
"Well, I guess the pictures that will launch a thousand beatings (not to mention divorces) will have to wait for the next thrill-packed issue."
He goes to put the pictures in the Oracle safe.