“I’m tired of the movement, the stories. It all ends *here*,” Monroe says while staring up at his vibrating, gold plated stereo rocking the tune of “Magneto and Titanium Man,” one of Marty’s. The glass ornaments on Monroe’s gold coated palm plant jingle with the beat. Because Marty and The Man *knew* each other. They both knew about… well, we’ll get back to her story soon enough.
“I’m tired of all the sights,” he starts again, looking at nothing in particular now. “I’m going to get myself sooo *blinded* tonight.”
