Okay. Editor and writer, dispatched to the Gulf, are lost in the
desert sands. Winds howling, sun beating down. Mirages appear, shimmer
on the horizon, vanish into the merciless midday heat. Editor and writer
sink to knees, by now quite close to death, when suddenly -- an oasis! Actual
water! Editor and writer make desperate surge toward water, writer
crawls hand over hand, immerses face in cool desert pond, and then looks
up, appalled, to see that the editor is standing over him and peeing
straight into the water.
"What are you DOING?" the writer cries.
"It's okay," the editor says. "I'm making it better."