South Skunky Olympics

Three South Skunky administrators were trying to sneak into the
Olympic Village to scoop souvenirs and autographs.
Dr. Raygun says, "Let's watch the registration table to see if there's
 a crack in the security system that we can utilize to scam our way in."

Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and states,
"Angus MacPherson.  Scotland.  Shot-put."  He opens his gym bag
to display a shot-put to the registration attendant.

The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. MacPherson.  Here is your
packet of registration materials, complete with hotel keys,
passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets, and other
information."

The Dr. Raygun gets inspired and grabs a small tree sapling,
strips off the limbs and roots, walks up the registration table
and states: "Ivan Bityourcockoff.  Russia.  Javelin."

The attendant says, "Very good, Mr. Bityourcockoff.  Here is your packet
of registration materials, hotel keys, passes, meal tickets, and
so forth.  Good luck!"

Dr. Dufus grabs a street utility manhole cover, walks up to
the registration table and states: "Anita Lay.  Hawaii.
Discus."

The attendant says, "Terrific, Ms. Lay.  Here is your packet
of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set of passes, and
meal tickets.  Enjoy yourself."

Dr. LaBeaver, a simpleton from the foothills of Buffalo, walks
proudly up to the table with a roll of barbed wire under his arm
and states: "Meadow Muffin. South Skunky. Fencing."

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