A joker, Pepe, killed his wife the frog. She was a yellow frog. And the lack of darker tones bothered Pepe so he shot her in the heart. After burrying the body beneath the local McDonald's, along with all the others, Pepe drove to Florida to meet with his scoundrel of a friend El Comandante.  

Mikael Garcelovsky known as el Comandante was a well respected underground revolutionary.  By 22 he had revolutionized economic sectors such as the online poker industry and inflatible pornstar doll manufacturers.  Pepe the joker had a cunning plan he had to tell the comandante at once. 

At the comandante's layer.  The guard, a stout man who goes by Uncle Jimmy guarded the studio that el comandate called The Kingdom. 

"What's the password, brother?" 

"Fosters. Fuck Bud Light." 

:All right, yyeeaah, all right I like that yeah you're alright." 

"Let me in Jimmy!" 

"Yeah, yeah okay okay"

How are thou Jimmy? 

(Once inside The Kingdom Jimmy could speak freely) 

"I'am splendid, indeed.  Have you read the latest New Yorker's Shouts & Murmurs? It's quite the riot. Ha -ha-ha," Jimmy laughed on.  "Well old chap, the comandante is having his 5 p.m. tea, go right in." 

The ghostly figure sat in the kitchen table, showing no signs of aging.

"I come for business and business only comandante, I will not partake in your sexy parties." 

"Proceed," El Comandante instucted. 

"There is a plant somewhere in the United States that harbors healing powers," El Comandante's eyes widened with intrigue.  

"I believe I could locate this plant with your help, and then we could make millions selling it as medicine to sick children and dogs." 

"Hmm...this tickles my fancy," el comandante said.  "But, it would be hypocrtical of me to sell such a medicine instead of healing all, while witholding my utopian ideals.  Yet, millions of dollars could get me into the World Series of Poker." 

The dilemma rages on next time, whenever I feel like finishing it. I might not. Feel free to do it yourself.  Bitches.