Things I think about when falling asleep...

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It was the summer of 1940. In order to celebrate the progress made in Spain under Fascism, Francisco Franco decided to hold a grand exposition in Madrid, that would be as big and impressive as any world's fair, but it would be an all-Spanish affair, highlighting progress and prosperity and culture from every city and province.

But the dictator's timetable for the construction and opening of his exposition was hopelessly optimistic, and rumors began circulating of workers dying on the job, and that some of the pavilions seemed like they wouldn't hold together for the two months that the thing was supposed to last. The Department of Public Safety got wind of these rumors, and they sent a building inspector down to the exposition grounds to see what was going on.

Upon approaching the grand gateway that led into the site the inspector found his way blocked by three men who refused to let him enter. Oddly, they weren't the machine gun toting fascist goons he might have expected, but seemed to be dressed in 17th century cleric's garb, black outfits with funny flat-brimmed hats.

He showed them his credentials and demanded, "You have to let me in, I'm a building inspector!"

To which they replied. in strange high-pitched haughty voices:
"NO ONE INSPECTS THE SPANISH EXPOSITION!!!"
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(with apologies to Monty Python's Flying Circus, laika)

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