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When we last left our endangered band of protestors, we were startled by Bill
Morgan's appearance on the roof of the Morgan compound brandishing a covered
dish of unknown age.
Chief International Negotiator (CIN) Jeff Lantis drew in a deep breath of dusty
air, coughed fitfully for a few moments and then regained his composure. All
around the compound was still. The brightly colored VWs were stopped in their
tracks, their radios still blaring music fit only for pre-teen slumber parties.
Only Head counselor Mike Malmon Berg was oblivious to the present danger; he
could be seen crawling under a nearby porch cooing "Here kitty kitty. Come
to poppa". His large bat of "immediate counseling" was discretely
tucked behind his back.
The Minister of Outrageous Action (MOU) was the first to speak. "Soooieee,
boy, what manner of chemical weaponry do you have there!" he bellowed.
"It's not chemistry, it's Biochemistry and Molecular Biology, or BMB as
we like to say, and it'll make your stomach divulge your dietary secrets in
two seconds flat if you don't get your raucous band of hooligans outside of
a 2 mile radius, lickety split. That means fast to you, LA LA boy."
At that moment CIN Jeff Lantis discretely stepped next to MOA Jeff Roche and
calmly whispered, "You better do what he says, he looks dangerous. Besides,
it's almost 7:00 and your boy is ready for bed. You wouldn't want to mess up
his sleeping patterns. Don't worry, I got a cool plan."
MOA Jeff Roche rounded up his four-wheeled posse and rode off into the sunset
(LA LA land) but not after changing the radio station to NPR, hoping that he
had made the evening news. If he was in the news, he might be able to include
it in one of his courses on current historical events. Or better yet, write
a book about it!
Jeff Lantis turned to Bill Morgan, who was still holding his covered dish but
at about as far from his body as humanly possible. A faint sickly-green glow
could be seen radiating out from the lid.
"Well Bill, we finally meet to decide the future of the headless body refugees.
Will it be self determination or continued indetermination....or same as it
ever was...hmm sounds like a song....anyway something like that. Okay, don't
try and confuse me....we need to talk."
At that moment a piercing screech sliced through the still evening air.
To be continued......
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