"So you must be Fred Phelps, the minister of the infam-er...I mean famous Westboro Baptist Church?"

Fred Phelps looked up and saw a man in a business suit standing in front of the table he's sitting on and said, "Yes, I'm Fred Phelps, what do you want?"

"I'm a representative of a designer brand Sasson and we read of your church's exploits so I was send here to find you and ask whether if you're interested in signing an endorsement deal with us." the man answered.

"Endorsement deal?"

The pastor thought for a moment, "An endorsement deal? If I sign a deal with a company, it may bring our church some money and perhaps an added publicity as well."

Buoyed by excitement, the homophobic pastor jumped up and said, "Hell yes, as long we get paid!"

"Good!" said the representative as he takes out a piece of paper.

"Now if you can just sign here and there..."

Few weeks later, Fred Phelps was at the church along with many of his followers as they were preparing a grand premiere of a latest Sasson commercial that some of their brethens starred in. Granted, Fred Phelps wasn't at the production when the commercial was being film, but he figured that it will be a nice way to make some money and besides, it's not like the content will be flamboyant and gay or anything.

"Everybody, silent! The commercial is coming up!"

Once everyone settled down, the program that was on cut to a commercial break.

"It's starting..." Phelps squealed like a school girl.

On the screen, some of their members were seen dancing around in tight jeans singing...ooh, lala, Sasson...

After series of fruity twirl like a bunch of ballerinas, the commercial comes to an end and Phelps would be rushed to the emergency room due to cardiac arrest. The homophobic pastor would recover but since then, the Westboro Baptist Church would become one of the nation's biggest laughing stocks.