Commander Khashoggi, head of secret police for Killer Queen herself, was hiding. He was hiding from a librarian turned spy. Khashoggi smiled as heard the words about the texts be spoken. He had long suspected this creature of treachery. He snarled and finally lost his temper at the creature when he started to bleat on about the 'fall of democracy'. He stepped out of the shadows and snarled again. "My, my, my, do I see a little silhouetto of a spy?" He smiled as he watched the former librarian squirmed and eventually stood up, muttering "Bummer" under his breath. Khashoggi looks the librarian dead in the eye, asking him the question "Tell me old man, why do you concern yourself so much with what is past?" Not really listening, he only caught a glimpse of his reply, something about giving hope. Khashoggi suddenly lost his temper and growled "You've read the secret texts, surely you must know there is no hope?!" he growled. "There is always hope! Hope is our birthright!" Khashoggi could feel anger rising up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him. "Then where is it?! Where is this hope?!" He exploded. The librarian replied, obviously concerned "Anyway… the wind blows?" Khashoggi sighed. This creature was obviously delusional. "What do you know of the term living rock?" He sighed, losing the will to be angry. "No more than that which the legend promises. That salvation is to be found there, the place of champions, and that a bright, bright star will show the way!" Khashoggi smiled, silently thanking the old librarian for the information which also doomed him to Khashoggi's favourite punishment, the Seven Seas of Rhye. "Oh God… I hate hippies! Consign this miserable creature to the Seven Seas of Rhye!" He shouted to his officers, who now put the brain draining helmet on his head, dragging her off to the laser cells. Khashoggi now decided to check up on the virtual high school, smiling at what he saw.