Eric J., one of my fellow bloggers toiling away for Meryl Yourish, is working on a centralized fundraising project for Pizza For IDF.

I'm throwing in $25 of my own money.

[BACK AT IMAO HEADQUARTERS]

FRANKJ: Wait a minute. What's this about Meryl Yourish? I thought you were my scheming Jew!

LAIR: Well, Meryl's site is... um... Scheming Jew Headquarters!

FRANKJ: I thought that was Little Green Footballs.

LAIR: No, Charles Johnson may be the Master of Lizardoids, but he's on our payroll. Zionist Conspiracy Checks and all. So, I figured... um... I'm just gathering intelligence for... um... nuking the moon! And... killing monkeys!

FRANKJ: Okay, but don't let me catch you scheming against me and giving away IMAO secrets. Otherwise I'll... snap the heads off of your dolls!

LAIR: They're action figures, not dolls!

FRANKJ: Aquaman an action figure? Hah! Yeah, right.

LAIR: Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

[FRANKJ DEPARTS]

LAIR: [RUBS HANDS TOGETHER] Heh heh heh. My nefarious plan is coming together wonderfully!

FRANKJ: I told you to stop scheming against me!

LAIR: Just... um... it's afternoon prayer time! adonai... um... yahweh... kosher pickles... havah nagileh...

FRANKJ: I knew I should have gotten a black instead of a Jew.