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"Iraq's new leader...the Iron Sheik."

Meanwhile old fearless leader gets some visitors:

(FBI Offices…Exact Location Confidential)

Agent Thompson: This is stupid.

Agent Davis: I know, I know. What can I tell you? I tried to tell them that we have the capabilities to adequately interrogate Saddam Hussein, but the boss is a big wrestling fan. This is out of my hands. We might as well try it and see if it works. (pressing intercom button) Betty, send in the Rock please.

(The Rock enters the Interrogation Room. He steps on the table in front of Saddam Hussein and looks towards the ceiling)

Rock: Finally….the Rock has come back to the Inter-rogation Room!

Agent Davis: Right. OK, here's what we need. We need to find out where he hid the weapons of mass destruction and what information he has about other terrorist conspirators.

Rock: You don't need to tell the Rock. The Rock knows. You just put your monkey ass in the corner and let the Rock show you how it's done. (Turning to Saddam) So, you're Saddam Hussein, the dictator from foreign lands. Well let the Rock ask you one question, Saddam. Where'd you hide weapons of mass destruction?

Saddam: Fine. They're hidden in the…

Rock: It doesn't matter where they're hidden!

Agent Thompson: Uh…actually, Rock, it does matter. We kind of needed to know that.

Rock: Hey, Agent Hermaphrodite, didn't the Rock tell you to keep your monkey ass in the corner? The Rock has it under control. Saddam, you still following the Rock? You listening? How's your lips? Here's another question for you. What can you tell the Great One about the other terrorists that you work with?

Saddam: Fine. The other terrorists have planned…

Rock: Waaa….waaa….waaa….the Rock wipes a camel's anus with the other terrorists!

Agent Thompson: Rock, we sort of needed to know that too.

Rock: OK, Jabronie. Since you're so intent…so intent, on interrupting the People' Champ, you should at least have the decency to introduce yourself. What is your name?

Agent Thompson: It doesn't matter what my name is.

Rock: It doesn't matter what your name…oh, that's cute, Jabronie. That's real cute. How'd ya like the Rock to take his special FBI pass, shine it up real nice, and stick it straight up your candy ass?!

Agent Thompson: Hmmm, I wouldn't like that very much. OK, I guess we're done here, Rock. Thank you so much for your time. You're free to go.

The Rock leaves the room and steps into the hallway

Rock: (From the Hallway) Finally….the Rock has come back to the hallway!

Agent Thompson: Damn, at least that's all over.

Agent Davis: Not quite. There's still one more guy to interrogate him. (pressing intercom button) Betty, send in Steve Austin please.

Steve Austin runs in and gets right into Saddam's face

Steve Austin: Saddam Hussein! Look at ya! With your stupid little beard. Your silly little lice. You better tell me right now where you hid those weapons of mass destruction, son.

Saddam: Fine. They're hidden…

Austin: What? What? What? What?

Agent Thompson: We better order some food. This is going to be a long night.

Rock: (voice coming from and open window) Finally….the Rock has come back to the parking lot!

(by James Guttman at pwtorch.com)