"Gaga! Gaga! Gaga!"
But tonight they would not be viewing her, but instead her double. Tonight Uncle Sam needed her. She sat down in front of her makeup mirror in a white ultramodern chair that looked like a giant egg with the top half missing. Her fingers, with long blue press-on nails gently felt the left side of the chair until they came upon a pressure plate. The star shaped plate gently yielded to the push of her left hand.
There was a groaning sound as the chair began to slide forward. Then a hole opened up in the floor. Soon Gaga was sliding down a long tunnel into her secret laboratory. There was the communications equipment where she would receive her instructions from the command center.
The chair came to a stop at the bottom of a vast underground chamber. A dark silhouette appeared on a giant 40 foot wide screen in front of her.
"Your mission is simple. Go to North Korea and take them out. Kim Jong Il has a weakness for dancing and singing. Only your pop powers can penetrate the North Korean defences."
The video had finished. Lady Gaga now got up and went over to her pink with sparkles supersonic jet. She would be piloting it herself as this was a solo mission. She would land the plane in South Korea and then cross the border from there as the aircrafts technology was too advanced to let it fall in North Korean hands.
She pulled back the throttle as the hanger bay doors opened up and off into the night sky she flew.
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