Rob: A Scientology Centre With Tom Cruise
Come the apocalypse, there’s only one place I’m heading to – wherever Tom Cruise is. If there’s one thing we all know for a fact, it’s that Tom Cruise does not play by our rules. When the endtimes arrive, he’s heading back to his home planet; and I intend to join him. The constant Cruise satellites that orbit the Earth, tracking the location of wherever Maverick happens to be, are a boon in times of Earth crisis. The aliens that fired him to Earth, Superman-style, can stand to carry a little more cargo when they whisk him off back to whichever planet he was blasted from – I intend to make myself that extra cargo.
Just how the hell would I do this? Simple. As soon as the first signs of the apocalypse hit – constant meteors, the oceans overflowing, ice caps appearing in my garden, planes falling from the sky – I pack up my belongings and move to LA. I quickly, and efficiently, open up a Scientology centre. Nothing too showy; ideal for the publicity-shy Tom Cruise. I staff the facility with Katie Holmes and Nicole Kidman-lookalikes, and give myself a Cruise-friendly name – Top Eyes Cock Scientology Centre, or something similarly subtle. Something only the former Frank TJ Mackey would get. I’d play the role of benevolent hypnotist; the role I was born to play – dye my beard grey, buy myself a pocket watch, speak with a German accent.
The Cruise honey trap is set.
When Tom arrives at the end of the world, seeking help from a benevolent hypnotist, I persuade him that I am necessary to his survival. He takes me to his home, which is actually a giant teleporter whose transportation signal is triangulated, and then used to locate Tom to allow easy teleportation into the space craft. I join him aboard his space ship, and as we watch the Earth die we sing songs and reminisce about our respective previous lives; mine as a young boy growing up in Bavaria, learning the craft of hypnotism and, in the process, losing all my friends; his as a preciously talented but completely insane alien worshipper, devoid of boundaries or morality. We’d live the rest our lives aboard said craft, unless we stumble across a human-friendly planet and spend the rest of our lives there.
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