That cook of ours caught me at an, um, "inopportune" moment last night while I was, um, "planning" our next attack. Yes, that's it, I was "planning." Secrecy is, of course, of paramount importance during the execution of a Holy War, and I was able to buy Rahim's silence by promising him some extra virgins in his next life. I thought of killing him, for that is how Tony Soprano would have handled the situation, but we have been offering up a lot of martyrs lately and are running low on soldiers.
Rahim just brought me my breakfast, and already the simple minded fool seems to have forgotten about what happened last night.

Mmmmm.... This orange juice is much better than usual. Very tangy.