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Presidents’ Ball 04

“Money, get back / I’m all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four-star daydream / Think I’ll buy me a football team.”

The gala crowd erupts, to which Sprite adds on top: “Tear down this wall, Mr. Orange!”. The crowd continues to clap. A “Tear Down The Wall” chant begins slowly, then builds, until Alo Bama takes the mic and motions everyone to calm down.

“*Freedom*. (pause) It’s what everyone wants, everyone cherishes.” Alo Bama indicates Sprite sitting back in the crowd. “Like our tree friend Mr. Sprite, waiting to be unencumbered by the shackles of The Wall, ready to join Wallytown as a *full* *fledged* *citizen*.”

The crowd claps enthusiastically again. “With inalienable rights,” he says over them, calming them down once more. “And established levels of treatment honoring decency, character (pause), respect.” “You go Alo!” someone shouts in the rear, prompting him to reply, “I’m going, I’m going. ” Scattered laughter is heard. “I’m telling it like it is.”

—–

“I thought you were going to dramatically change into Green Squirrel or Roger Pine Ridge or something to show who you really are,” spoke Natali seated beside Sprite now, his date for the night.

“Ahh, it just didn’t seem to fit the bill. Didn’t feel right. It was *my* poem and that’s what counts.”

“I suppose… oh he’s starting to talk about the Bottle Mound indians now.”

—–

“On the one hand,” Alo Bama extends his left arm and opens his hand. “Orange. On the other…” Alo Bama extends his other arm with the mic. “Purple… Violet, some say, although they prefer the former and we should respect (pause) their rights. And they’ve fought with each other, fought, fought, fought, down through the years, the centuries (pause). And what’s come of it, hmm?” A “free the trees” protest comes from the same person as before in the back. Alo Bama ignores it this time.

“Death is what came of it. And *disappearance* (pause) in time.”

—–

“You know he really is quite the orator,” opined Dr. I.C. Yourinsides to Captain Spocari. But when he didn’t respond she found that he’d fallen asleep.

“*Really* Captain. But I guess you’re all knackered out from this afternoon, hehe. Twice a day keeps the doctor okay.”

—–

“And now. (pause) The Mound. (pause) Comes here. Leemon or Leeman standing on the beach just beyond 1/2 refuses to even admit it is there. He can’t fully *see* (pause) this *new* New Island. The Greys *descend*…

… and fall backwards, face down (pause) in the sand.”

—–

“When’s he going to get to Jimmy?” whispers Billy Bloodsworth on a back couch to Lavender. “I can tell he’s nervous up there, ready to come out of his shell like Alo Bama and Bill C. did before him.”

“Be patient,” replies his sister-in-law. “He has to get to the point in his own, circular way. That’s what makes him such a great speaker.”

“Jimmy was better.”

“Nice of you to say.”

“He *was.*”

(to be continued)

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Presidents’ Ball 03

“Still pissing in public, Billy? Where was it last time? Airport, I believe?”

Billy Bloodsworth turned to his sister-in-law. “Listen, we’re both here to support Jimmy C. and cheer him on for The Discarding. Let’s just get along together tonight, Lavender. We’ve all changed down here. Let’s accept that and move on.” He changed the subject. “Do you have your poem ready?”

“Poem?” queries Lavender.

Sprite on the other side of her takes another drink. Billy studies his pained face.

“Umm, how about you, Sprite? Poetry?”

“Sure. You know this special brew of yours is just shite, Billy. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I only drink it for medicinal purposes myself. About that poem…”

(to be continued)

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blue bloods

“This is the human who is looking for me, Spocari. Yet he has changed now. Drastically. We have *both* changed.”

“And you say this is your *brother*? How does *that* work?”

“He *was* my brother. As I said, we have both changed — drastically. This place, this town, has changed us both. Made us into monsters. In lemony times we use to rule together at the top of the mound. That’s where I became addicted to my special brew, the stuff that saves me down here. As one of the top dogs, or at least sidekick to the head honcho, I was afforded my own drink. My brother backed me up, didn’t leave my side even though I embarrassed him again and again. I even *pissed* my special brew in public, Spocari. Mr. Yellow they called me after that incident. At least down here.”

Dr. Spocari Nemoy spoke into his head microphone which also acted as a recorder currently. “Are you getting all this up there, Picard?” A confession he was receiving, in essence.

“Sure. But who’s the brother?” spoke Chief Communication Officer Picard in his ear. “Get the brother’s name. We think it’s Jimmy but just want to check.”

“He’ll come after me,” continued Billy. “He’s changed,” he reinforced. “Nothing like he was. This place, this town changes you.” He then looks Spocari over real good, wondering what *he* was before.

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Billy

“No dancing today?” queried the disappointed Spocari.

“Later on in the afternoon, yeah,” gruffed Natali, awkward in motion when out of character but silky smooth as Molly Lustrous, Queen of Dance. Queen of Lemony Past, she also became as that character. But Natali didn’t know so much. Natali only knew there were secret passages underneath Bar Lemon that needed to be explored today; needed to be shown to this deep, level voiced alien-man who was more attractive to Molly than herself. Molly felt he was in danger of tilting toward the wrong side (Orange?), thus gave control over to Natali this morning. “Just in here,” she beckoned at the web covered entrance of the sewer tunnel. “Follow me.”

—–

“Errm, okay. Another dead Grey. So what?”

“No.”

“No? Looks Grey to me.”

“*No*… look.”

The large headed alien on the bed began to stir, sat up. He looked around nervously, then relaxed.

“Ahh, Natali. So I’m still not discovered, phew.” He wipes his substantial forehead of some developed perspiration. “Bring any of my special beer brew down here from the bar by chance? Because I’m *out* of it.”

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