#c!purpled and his Terrible No Good Very Bad Horrible Day

[kisuminight]

More DSMP Blade System AU Red Banquet details! We'll start with who got invited and why.

c!Sam and c!Puffy got invited because they are the driving force behind Pro-Omlette and the Egg wants to shut that down hard.

c!Ponk gets invited to mess with Sam. Oh, he joined the Egg's side and is a spy? Well, that'll just mess with Sam even more!

c!Niki basically got invited for the same reason, except they're trying to get to Puffy. The Egg did not know about the Syndicate or realize that Niki was close to Techno, or they would've had her stay home.

c!Foolish getting invited messing with Puffy is more of a bonus than anything. The Egg has heard about his search for godhood and got curious.

c!Sapnap gets invited because he is one of the few ties that c!Ant, c!Bad, and c!Skeppy still have to the rest of the DreamSMP. Controlling him will make them easier to influence. Bad was able to wriggle out of this, but it did make a good excuse to get Punz out of the way for a bit, and the roses c!Hannah has helped plant around Kinoko Kingdom are enough of a timebomb/trap to satisfy it for now.

c!Eret got invited because they are the King, even if the King doesn't really have any power. The Egg likes breaking things, and Eret's sense of self and purpose would be an easy one. Eret is also vocally Pro-Omlette, more than several of the others.

c!George, c!Ranboo, and c!Purpled are where things get complicated.

c!Ranboo has occasionally turned up where the Egg can observe him as ew!Ranboo, complete with a Resonance with c!Dream (they were testing if Blades can switch Drivers without reverting to core crystal). The next day, the Egg observed c!Punz as being in a chain Resonance with Dream, and Purpled as the Driver at the head of that. Since none of the Eggpire know about the Memory Patch, or that Dream is volunteering for these experiments, it looks pretty sus. Like, killing a newly Awakened Blade maybe a day after you Resonated with them and they're still in the blind obedience phase. Multiple times. Over a short period. Like, bad and Skeppy don't really have their own thoughts or even private thoughts anymore, but their outsider perspective absolutely has them interpreting it as an abusive relationship, as far as Blades go. Shutting that down and maybe getting access to Dream is why Ranboo gets an invite.

Purpled did not get invited to the Red Banquet so they could kill him. On the contrary, the Egg wants to basically imprison him right next to it and the altar, so that when the Egg gets the powerups from the murder, Purpled is getting splashover effects from this. If that is not enough to corrupt him, the Egg has...

George! Who is slated to get murdered last in the program of events. See, DreamXD is being much more subtle with George as compared to c!Karl. The Egg does not know they are in contact. The Eggpire is made in large part from the original friend group, and they all know how DNF is. George is slated to get murdered last, and if Purpled hasn't joined the Eggpire yet, they are going to tell George that they are doing this because they are trying to reclaim Dream (from Purpled specifically). The idea is to get George mad enough and out of sorts enough that he comes back and succumbs to the Egg. Then they can send Eggpire!George out to retrieve Dream. They'll still be out Punz, but if they have Purpled and then Dream's core crystal, the Egg assumes that Punz will willingly walk into a trap so they can kill him and get him reAwakened by another Eggpire member.

Other non-invite details under the cut:

The new timeline has the Red Banquet taking place late June, early July. Because of that, c!Quackity has already found and Awakened c!Slimecicle as his Blade. c!Slimecicle is noteworthy in that he is the original volunteer for the Blade Memory Patch project, and is a bit weird for a Blade as a result. He's classified as a tank/lightning Blade, and I want to say he is more of the "debuff the enemy" type of a tank than a "absorb all hits" type.

Slime's Soul Weapon is a sword. His core crystal is green, though not quite the same shade as Dream. Since both Blade and Driver can carry and use the Soul Weapon, Quackity comes to the Red Banquet with a sword with glowing green aether lines. He is bluffing on the idea that he has found Dream and Awakened Dream. It very nearly causes a fight with Techno when Quackity goes to recruit him. It does cause a fight with Sam, after the rescuing is done and the Eggpire is running. Quackity is outed as being a Driver to a Blade, though he does not say who the Blade is, other than Not Dream.

The Red Banquet is actually when a lot of people find out about the Blades on the server. Skeppy lets loose from where he's sitting on top of the Egg. He's tossing around homing arrows and Shredding Winds. Unfortunately, the close quarters makes Meteor Storm nonviable. Techno uses his basic shuffle technique to raise barriers of dirt and stone for protection. This is the first time most of the attendees have seen Skeppy let loose and the first time anyone has seen Techno pull out the magic. Techno even goes so far as to pull his Soul Weapon, and the two wreck the place quite a bit before the Eggpire retreats. Suddenly, Quackity and George are recalculating a lot of things that they thought they knew about Techno.

In the aftermath, Quackity's going to have a lot of fear about how easily Techno could've wrecked L'Manberg, the mysteries of why he didn't, and what that means for Las Nevadas. Sam starts thinking that Techno is just a bit too dangerous, but he doesn't know who the Driver in this relationship is because he is aware that c!Philza is also a Blade. George is going to be comforted a little by the fact that Dream didn't ditch him to go be Techno's Blade, but that doesn't help the overall feeling of abandonment caused by Dream being dead and missing.

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Sapnap and Punz are sparring in Kinoko Kingdom to make up for missing the banquet. After a fairly simple exchange, Punz stumbles and drops his sword. Sapnap thinks he might've really hurt him by accident, but Punz isn't looking at Sapnap. Punz is looking towards the Eggpire, and his face his pained. Sapnap has never seen him looks like this before.

"Purpled?" It's gasped, like Punz has no air left in his lungs. One arm wraps around his stomach like he's clutching a wound. The other reaches towards a gleam of blue at the base of his throat. Punz glimmers and is gone, snuffed out like a candle, and an indigo core crystal hits the ground where he was standing.

Sapnap is torn up about this. He keeps losing his people. Bad and Skeppy have a cult and he is apparently not welcomed. Ant has sided with Bad and Skeppy. Red is dead. Dream is dead, more recently, and his core crystal is missing. Alyssa left. He never sees Callahan. Quackity left, too. Karl is forgetting things. And George has been sleeping every since Dream. And now Punz?

On one hand, the right thing to do would be to track down Purpled and give him Punz's core crystal. On the other hand--Sapnap doesn't really know Purpled. He didn't know Punz was a Blade, let alone his Driver. He doesn't know where Purpled can be found. Can't he keep just one friend? Even if the Punz he Awakens from the core crystal is not the Punz he just lost, it will still be Punz.

Core crystals usually take about 3 days before they can be Awakened again. At least Sapnap has a little time to think on it.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Safe With Me (Yandere!Plat!C!Ranboo x F!Reader) 2/???

TW: Yandere, blood, canon lives lost, mention of painkillers, kiddnapping, swearing

Part One

Over the next few days, he practically begged you to come to live with him in the Snowchester mansion, claiming that you could be much safer there, and closer to him. A.k.a, away, FAR away from Technoblade.

While you liked the thought, you explained to him that you liked your home and wanted to wait a bit before moving in. Ranboo was a little upset but quickly went back to smiling and saying he understood... He couldn't be mad at you... This was life changing for ender's sake.

Then your last day at his home came quicker than he would have liked.. but that's not the only reason he hated that day...

Maybe the voices took over?

Or maybe he was of his own free will when he did it..?

He never fully got the answer out of you and he never understood what happened... He never understood why that damned man decided to take everything from him that day...

You had walked out the door a few minutes ago with a smile on your face and a travel cup full of whatever hot drink you had made before leaving... Then he heard an ear-piercing scream.

Stumbling over his own long and lanky legs, he ran out the door as fast as he could, crashing and tripping over furniture before reaching his front door. He threw it open with a cry of your name and saw the scene he feared the most...

Every single one of his fears had come true.

You were laying lifelessly on the stark white snow, eyes and mouth wide open with dull terror as your clothes were covered in an almost beautiful ruby red liquid seeping from a hole in your chest. Your once shiny (e/c) eyes were glazed over like the glass eyes of a doll, your skin rapidly losing any sort of beautiful hue he had once studied.

Ranboo couldn't stop the scream of bloody murder that escaped his throat as he stumbled through the snow and collapsed to his knees beside your colourless corpse. His hands quickly became covered in the red liquid as it seeped into the snow, flowing freely from the wound that had been created by the man he has once respected.

He knew you were already gone by the time he came out, but he still kept trying to get you to wake up. His colourless hands gently shaking you, holding your face in between his stained hands, trying anything to keep the life from leaving your body, but obviously failing.

"She has one more life left. You're overreacting." His pink-haired neighbour growled softly as your body began to break apart into particles. Despite the piglin's words, the other hybrid sobbed hysterically with his head thrown back to the sky, ignoring the tears burning into his skin.

"I'll kill you."

"Heh?"

"I'll kill you for this, Technoblade." Ranboo tilted his head back down as the black part of his skin began to seep into the white part. His green eye turned into an amethyst-coloured purple and his mouth began to split open.

The next few days to him were a blur... Or that was his memory getting worse...

He'll never really know...

He just knew that you weren't safe without him... You were on your last canon life! You had to be protected...

Even if that meant you couldn't leave...

He had a few more days before you woke up from your respawn, so he set to work quickly. Ranboo began to build an obsidian building, reminding him very much of his panic room, but he couldn't focus on the fact for very long. He had to build something only he could get into. Something that would protect you. Something that couldn't be destroyed.

It was difficult and took longer than he would've liked... But it was safe and out of the way. No one would find it, but that was what he wanted. It was for your safety! And so he could remember you forever! He couldn't complain even if he was tired and his hands were covered in blisters from mining for so long...

Carrying your momentarily lifeless body through L'Manberg was stressful enough, with the emotional and mental pain of carrying the person he held closest to him, but with everyone quickly running up and asking what happen... He found himself unable to say anything other than, "Technoblade..." before brushing past them as quickly as possible, trying to get you to your new home.

There was an almost disgustingly familiar throbbing in your head that awoke you a few days later. You couldn't place where you had felt the headache before, but didn't think too much about it as you just decided to get up and start your day, "I wonder if Ranboo wants to hang out again, I mean... Then again, we've spent an entire week together. Mans is probably sick of me by now..." You laughed a bit to yourself, trying to hide the little stab of self-deprivation that filled your body.

Pushing yourself out of bed, you looked around and sighed, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, "At least I unpacked before I passed out... Now, where did I put the stupid painkillers...?" You walked out of your room, cringing at the cold wooden oak floors and sight of the darkened windows, "Ooookay. Slept less or longer than I thought... Maybe social interaction is more draining than I would like..."

You shuffled around your house and lit a few of the lanterns in your kitchen, digging through the cupboards to find something to alleviate the throbbing pain behind your eyes, "Oh! I went shopping before I passed out? Huh... Maybe I got a bit tipsy or something? Wait... I didn't buy painkillers? Dammit! I always need something I didn't buy..."

Groaning, you put your hand to your head before grabbing a sweater to put over the clothes you slept in, which were the clothes you left Ranboo's house in, before slipping on your shoes. Once you looked at yourself in the mirror, you deemed yourself ready to go outside and head by the store, so you opened the door...

Only to walk into a solid black wall.

"H-huh?" You whispered, gently reaching up and touching the cold material blocking your exit, "Ob...Obsidian? What on earth?... What kind of prank is Tommy pulling now?!" You huffed angrily and walked over to a window... Only to realize it wasn't dark... Every exit was covered in obsidian. "Okay, okay, what the- oh, wait I have tools! Ha ha Tommy, suck a pickaxe."

Walking over to your storage room and opened the chest that held your tools and materials to make tools, only to find it completely empty. Your armour was gone too! This... Was an elaborate prank... Maybe Tommy got help with it. You pushed yourself up and walked over to your enderchest, only to find it completely gone!

Dammit, Tommy definitely got help with this...

Realizing that they wanted you to panic, you huffed and sat down on your bed, crossing your arms in thought, "This... Ah, just gotta wait it out I guess..." You mumbled angrily, flopping onto your couch, groaning in annoyance as the action irritated your headache. Maybe you could sleep it off? Yeah, that was your best bet.

You weren't exactly sure how much time had past to be completely honest? Maybe a few days? Or a few hours? There wasn't much to really do during this horrible prank, you couldn't even enchant your tools or even make any! You didn't even have knives for cooking dammit! Plus... You were beginning to run low on food...

This time you woke up to something different. It sounded like Redstone activating and pistons sliding against each other before the door creaked open. The prank was finally over! Thank god! You shot up from your bed and walked towards the front door, only to see Ranboo standing there with bags filled with groceries dangling off his arms and tail. With a sigh, he decided to put them on the kitchen counter before looking around, only to completely light up at the sight of you, "(Y/n)! Hello!"

"Ranboo..." You smiled, your voice a bit hoarse from the lack of use, "Please tell me Tommy's terrible prank is over and I can go outside and touch grass again.

The hybrid's expression didn't change, "You can't go."

Your smile faltered a bit and you grit your teeth. This prank was still going on? How annoying. Turning quickly towards your door, you huffed as you saw it blocked off by obsidian again, "Boo... Please let me out... I'm not enjoying this prank anymore. I don't even have a clock-"

"Oh? Did I forget to build you a clock when I built this place? My bad, I'll make you one tonight so I can give it to you tomorrow." He continued to smile, beginning to put away your groceries for you... Somehow having the exact brands you always bought... And... Knowing exactly where they went, "But, you can't leave."

"This... This isn't funny anymore, Ranboo." You spoke firmly, but your voice wavered a small bit in realization as your face drained slightly of colour, "Built... This place? You put me here?"

The tone of voice, while still not lessening his smile, caught his attention, "Oh... You're looking pale... Here, let's get you to bed. You aren't looking too good and I don't want you getting sick." He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders, trying to get you to head into your room, but you wouldn't budge, "(Y/n), come on, I'm just doing what's best for your health and safety. We don't want you to lose your final life, especially to an easily preventable sickness, do we?"

"Final... Life...?" You were going to be sick... Quickly lifting your arm into view, you realized he was right. There was only one black line left. There were two when you visited Ranboo... What...? "I'm-I'm not tired... Ranboo, what happened?!"

"I'm not going to taint your memories with something so horrifying..." His voice, while sounding sickly sweet, sounded disgustingly morbid, "That's why you're in here! So I can keep you completely safe from the dangers of the outside world and remember you forever!" He was still wearing that damned smile...

He took you away from your life...

And he was fucking smiling...

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[burnedbyshoto]

shinsou and the very terrible, horrible, no good, very bad shift

— You, a new sidekick, screw up a case for a Pro Hero Shinsou, and he demands compensation.

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pairing: older!shinsou hitoshi x younger fem!reader

warnings: age gap (shinsou 25, reader 18), nsfw, 18+, pwp, DEGRADATION, power imbalance, spanking, marking, cursing, shinsou is a major asshole, mindbreak, sorta subspace, happy ending for shinsou, depending on person unhappy ending for reader, public sex, dubcon because of power imbalance

word count: 3,892

a/n: happy halloween. this is mean degradation imo like I thought ive done degradation but this made all those look like praise kink. be careful and click out if its too much

kinktober day 20 main kink: degradation | kinktober masterlist

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How you ever forgot that as a high school hero-in-training student, you were a big fish in a tiny pond was beyond you. Well, to be quite honest, you never thought yourself to be a big fish, to begin with.

You were eighteen, a few months from turning nineteen and had just graduated from the hero course over at UA. That in itself was a huge accomplishment, one that you should take with bubbling pride and joy, but to be quite honest, having such a big name attached to you only made you nervous. To tell the truth, you often wondered just why a hero within the top 50 even scouted you to work as an intern with them and then offer you a position as a sidekick as soon as you entered your third year. Still, it seemed to be a common predicament with BMI Hero: FatGum.

Today was your first day on the job, no longer a student part of a hero work-study, but as a physical, government paid hero — a fickle sidekick! You shuddered as you slipped on the shoes to your outfit, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you made your way out of the locker room, ready to report to your first assignment.

FatGum agency was quite a lovely place, loud and warm, being the first two adjectives you thought of when you first joined their ranks. It did wonders for your self-esteem, and seeing newly turned Pro Hero Suneater, who apparently was a million times more of a nervous mess than you were, made you feel oddly in good hands.

But still, nothing could keep you from the shock that ran through your body when FatGum proudly thrust forward a patrol route for you to follow.

“Alright, pipsqueak,” FatGum jovially spoke, his eyes closed while he smiled. “This is your route for the day! It should take about an hour to get through unless anything happens! You’ll go on the route every three hours, and in between those patrols, it’s the same paper system as before! Good luck out there, y/h/n, you got this!”

“Oh my god, no, I do not?!” you spluttered, hands shaking wildly as you went through the folder Fat had so quickly presented. “What if I die?!”

“You’ll be fine. Remember how Deku and Ground Zero complimented you the other day?”

“Yeah!” you exclaim, your face burning with your shame as you remembered that confrontation. “But that only happened because Deku is a living saint, and I spilled my noodles all over him and Ground Zero! Ground Zero was also, by the way, forced to compliment me by Deku! And all he said was that my combat skills were absolutely shitty but not as shitty as he thought they would be!”

“Ah yes, I remember Red Riot discussing how his friend was less than inept at expressing his gratitude,” FatGum hummed in memory, although that dumb, proud smile never left his face. “If I remember correctly, that means he has great respect for you!”

You made a dying noise at the back of your throat.

“But Deku doesn’t lie! He speaks honestly, so all his compliments were definitely true. Now, y/h/n, let's get through this day together, ne?”

You didn’t agree, but that wouldn’t stop him from throwing you out to the streets, your heart hammering in your throat as you walked through the path he used to take you on every day. Your smile was shaky and wobbly as the people you recognized waved and cheered you on. They were all excited to see you on your own. 

However, they did point out that you were here an entire hour earlier than usual, but hey! That’s what happened when you went from being a student to trying to function as an adult!

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” you chanted as you passed by the spookiest alleyway on your patrol.

The hour-long patrol was almost done if your watch wasn’t lying to you: a full patrol and not a single instance of needing to help. Well, you had assisted some people in carrying groceries and holding a child as a mother shopped for dinner that night, but there were no altercations, nothing out of the ordinary. 

You marched through the alleyway, your fists in a shaky clenched grip as cold, nervous sweat dripped down your neck.

You were okay, you are okay, you will be okay.

“Nothing to be afraid of! Just a normal, average, no villains insight day!” you spoke to yourself, your body shaking as you pass an opening in the alleyway, and you turn your head to look and freeze.

“Alright, and I don’t want fucking nobody hearing goddamn shit about this drug, got it?!” a man with a quirk that made him look like a blowfish snapped.

Six men stood in the alleyway, all with tall, massive, threatening vibes. You didn’t make a single noise; you knew that for a fact, but their gazes still fell on you the moment the man stopped speaking. A horrible, stupid movie cliche that happened too often in hero life.

Your life probably flashed before your eyes at that single moment, your body and mind instinctively moving to call the heroes before realizing that you were the hero now. What do you do?! What could you do?! Drugs?! Did they have drugs?!

Panicking greatly, you watched their mouths move, but you couldn’t hear them as you took in their faces in a blur. Before you knew it, your mind shut down, and your body took over. You weren’t sure what it was. If you were way stronger than the entire group or if you just had an untapped potential that burst open right now, because you blinked and suddenly there were all thrown onto the floor, busted and bloody and tied up.

You… you did it?!

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, your hands rising to your mouth as you looked at each and every one of their smushed, dirty faces. “I WON?! I won, oh my god, I won — wait?!”

You stepped over to the purple-haired man on the floor, his mouth stuffed with a cloth fabric you probably shoved in there at some point.

“M-Mindjack-sensei?!” you cried, your excitement of betting this drug handoff simmering off immediately. “W-What are you doing? Were you gonna stop this drug handoff? I — oh my god, let me get this off!” You scrambled to get the restraints off of Shinsou, unaware of the way the other captured men glared at Shinsou, utterly shocked and betrayed as you cleared him.

“Thank you for the capture, y/h/n!” a police officer congratulated you as you freed Shinsou, and you smiled, nodding your head. “Is it just four of them?”

You froze.

You had counted six men at first, and with Shinsou recovered, that made five men.

“I didn’t… I lost one of them?” you deflated, all sense of confidence draining you as Shinsou remained on the floor.

“Ah,” the police officer grimaced, his head shaking before he paused and looked up at you with a halfhearted smile. “Well, you still did good work! We’ll see what drug they were talking about, and if it’s nothing too crazy, they’ll be good to go!”

“Yeah, of course,” you smile weakly, feeling ready to cry as you hold onto your wrist.

“But, uh, who’s the guy on the ground?” he nodded towards Shinsou, who was looking entirely pissed off and ready to bite like some cornered, raging animal.

“Oh, Mindjack!” you respond, hands motioning toward one of the other older Pro Heroes you looked up to. 

The police officer stared at Shinsou, an unconvinced look on his face.

“I thought he was… ah, well, old? And didn’t he have black hair?” he muttered before shrugging. You didn’t manage to stutter out your knowledge of the older man with black hair being Eraserhead because he was long gone already, fingers pressed to his radio, chatting with his HQ.

Breathing out a nervous sigh, you turned to Shinsou with a shy and fully apologetic smile. “I am so sorry for hurting you! Are you okay?” you asked, your eyes scanning the older heroes' stance, unable to read anything but annoyance radiating from his body. 

“No, I’m not okay, actually,” Shinsou spat, his face finally looking up from the floor, and you felt your throat run thick at the rage and anger simmering from his face. 

“W-Wha—” you stammer, taking a step back, overwhelmed.

“You just fucking ruined six months of undercover work,” he seethed, his feet moving to stalk towards you. You found yourself stumbling backward, looking everywhere but at him. You can feel your balance giving; the cold filth of the alleyway wall your saving grace as his fingers grabbed your jaw, forcing you to face him. His purple eyes black in his fury. “I don’t think you realized just how badly you fucked up?! You stupid fucking child!”

A wash of ice-cold realization flooded through you, the horror of what you knew you just did completely dawning on you as tears sprung in your eyes. You felt nauseous, utterly sick to your stomach because this seasoned Pro Hero definitely had shit to do, and you practically shat all over it.

“I am so sorry,” you whimper, pain shooting through you just slightly at the grip he has on your chin. “I am so so sorry, i-is there anything that I c-can do?! How can I-I fix it?!”

“You think I need help from some crybaby?” Shinsou snapped, thoroughly unimpressed by you, his eyes narrowing further. You didn’t even realize you were crying already. 

“I-I’m useful, I promise!” you cry a bit more, your body struggling as the older hero trapped you against the wall, his face glowering down at you with the intensity of a million suns. “I-I’m a sidekick over a-at Fatgum’s agency, but, oh fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything you ask of me!”

There’s a looming silence, a heavy tension as his eyes drop from your eyes to your parted wet lips. He’s much taller than you, and you can feel every heavy breath expelling on your face. 

“You think a pathetic, worthless little sidekick is able to do anything for me?” Shinsou snapped, his eyes narrowing as he loomed even closer. “A pathetic fucking bitch like you? I don’t think you can give me even a simple fucking action that would prove your worth.”

The words are hot embers on your ears, making your jaw drop, and your body trembles at the simple degradation. You feel your tears hot on your cheeks, your parted lips invaded by his dirt-covered fingers as he pressed onto your tongue. It had to be the shock of it, the reality of the hot, hard dick pressing into your stomach and the way he was staring at you like some piece of fucking meat, but you gagged around his fingers.

“Why am I not fucking surprised, you goddamn fucking whore,” he sneered, his fingers shoving faster into your mouth, pressing dangerously hard against your tongue, trying to get you to gag and choke around his fingers. “You fucking sure you’re a fucking sidekick? Look at you, pathetic, stupid, crying like a baby in an alleyway? You’re a hero, aren’t you? Fucking save yourself from this, you fucking bitch.”

You violently shake, your hands finding themselves tethered to his shirt, your head shaking nonetheless.

“Oh, you don’t want to save yourself?” He coos, his expression turning the slightest bit amused, maybe a bit possessive, but it lasts a second. You blink, and anger has replaced the amusement, red streaking in his vision. “Why the fuck not?”

“B-Because,” you strangle, your tongue flat against your mouth, your throat instinctively opening and closing against his fingers. “I said I’ll do anything y-you wanted!”

There’s another pause, and you wait pressed against the wall, your chest heaving with your anxiety and weird turned-on state. Shinsou was a Pro Hero, someone who was eight years older than you, someone you had respected since you were in grade school. Yet, here you were, looking nothing more than a slab of meat to him, a hole for him to abuse in his anger because you had fucked up.

“Oh, you stupid fucking slut,” he laughed, his teethed bared into a feral smirk. “You want this, huh. You want to please me any way I see fucking fit, fucking perfect. Turn around.”

There’s no room to argue or think; he turns you around without a second's notice. His hand shoving your chest into the wall, and you cry at the discomfort. He grabs your ass, pushing you uncomfortably into an arched position as he tears your pants down from your legs.

 “You’re a worthless fucking cumdump. Not even noon yet, and I’m going use your fucking body however I see fit.” Shinsou promises, fingers raking down your supple ass. Nails tearing into your skin, fingers slapping your covered cunt. “You worthless fucking slut, dirty fucking whore, already goddamn wet.”

“I’m n-not wet!” you cry, hips spasming against his rough hold, and slaps to your aching cunt. You know it’s a lie, you know that clear as day, but it doesn’t keep you from lying. Doesn’t stop you from shivering when he pinches at the cloth of your panties and removes them from your sopping wet folds.

“You think I don’t know if you’re wet or not?” Shinsou growled in warning, his fingers pinching together your soaked folds. An action that makes you cry loudly, the sharp pain too much for you. “You think I’m some fucking idiot?”

“N-No!” you cry, his fingers shifting to where your throbbing entrance is and his other hand going to your mouth, once again claiming your lips as his nails purposefully impose pain on your heated cunt. 

“You must think that since you’re lying to me,” he snaps, his mouth pressed to your ear, his hot breaths making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You want to speak up, say something, but his fingers are fucking your mouth, keeping you from speaking back. “But again, you aren’t fucking worth anything, are you? You’re not fucking anything.”

Those words whip against your skin, making you twist in his arms, hot tears pushing past your eyes again as you cry.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Shinsou comments, his fingers pinching and pulling your tongue, and his hips begin to grind his hot, burning flesh into your ass. “Well, you better stop fucking crying because I’m not gonna stop until I’m fucking done — until I’m fucking relieved. This isn’t about you; this is for me. You aren’t shit, fucking worthless piece of shit whore.”

You sob into the brick wall, the tears unable to be stopped, unable to clear as his fingers that were scraping at your folds begin to fuck you at the same time as he fingers your mouth faster. The sensation of being outside, finger fucked in an alleyway by a Pro Hero you admired and respected beyond comparison, made you tremble with want and need. His cruel, completely degrading words a warm fire in your belly and against your skin. 

The sounds of the wet caverns he was currently fucking begin to echo in the wall, his throbbing cock grinding against your ass. It’s a sensation that makes you cry with need, your ass shifting back to feel him more, to get more from the contact he’s giving you.

“Of course some screwup like you likes this shit,” Shinsou grunted, his fingers fishing and rubbing against the spongy warmth of your walls, fingers scraping ever so gently against the velvetiness. You spasm against his touch, your whiney, pleasure-filled noises filling up the alleyway almost as loudly as the choking and the squelching of your pussy.

His hands suddenly leave your mouth, and you’re heaving at the deserted feeling in your mouth. You whip your head around, trying to see just why he had abandoned your mouth, desperate to please him more in any way he saw fit. But instead, you’re met with the sicky coldness of your saliva spread across your face. Almost instantly drying against your face as your still tear-soaked eyes looked into his dark ones.

“Don’t look so fucking sad, stupid cockslut,” Shinsou snapped, his hand that had been fucking your cunt abandoning your warmth and meeting your face. You whined, unable to come up with words as he spreads your slick against your face. A shiver wrecks your spine, a pathetic whimper at the smell, and the feel of the warm thickness of your slick. “You wanted this, fucking asked me to wreck your worthless holes.”

“I-I’m not sad,” you try to defend yourself, your body shaking as you feel the heated warmth of his cock suddenly between the curves of your ass. It presses heavily onto you, skin twitching and throbbing with its emitting warmth and simmering heat. 

Shinsou pauses, his eyes deadly and threatening as he glares at you. Unamusement heavy in his gaze, his mouth set in a small, teeth-baring snarl. “Then why the fuck are you crying? You think you deserve to be crying right now? No. You fucking worthless slut, you don’t. You ruined my damn shift, my damn case, I should be the one fucking crying. Your pathetic ass is worthless and tried to make my life the same, and that won’t fucking fly.”

The words tighten at your throat, your body trembling as tears continue to flow. His words are white-hot against your skin, and although it hurts to hear it, your cunt clenches in response, slicking even more.

His hand comes down suddenly onto your ass. The slap sharp and stinging, echoing loudly against the alleyway walls as you scream in pain. It throbs, your back contorting as you try to stretch the skin that makes you ache. But Shinsou spanks your ass again, without warning, his hand unmerciful against your soft, swelling flesh. You yelp again.

He spanks again, and again, and again. Each echoing action sending your voice screaming, counting them without even being told, succumbed to him and his every action and thought without needing to be. He spanks you until your ass feels raw and bloody, the bruises undoubtedly forming as he pinches the folds of your dripping cunt.

“Stick your ass out more,” he growls, tugging at the fold, making you stumble. The cock pressing onto the split of your ass feels heavy, and you twitch at the seeping pre-cum dripping onto your muscled rim. The bricks scratch at your face, and you find your ass wiggling out further from the wall, your back arched more as the cold wall sings through the clothes on your breast. “I’m not gonna put more fucking effort into fucking a goddamn worthless bitch than I should.”

And with that, your ass perfectly exposed for him to use and fuck. His throbbing cock presses through your pussy and slams all the way into you.

There were many pains you were used to as an aspiring hero. You were used to being punched, kicked, stabbed, thrown about, etc. Each of those pains were something you had been taught to make feel better, each pain demonstrated to you so that it wouldn’t be the thing that took you out. But there was no training for the way that his thick cock pressed through your impossibly tight entrance. There was no pain that could relate to the white fire of your rapidly fluttering entrance that was trying too hard to keep up with his slamming thick cock.

“IT HURTS!” you shriek, body twisting, tears flooding your cheeks as you feel weak in the legs. Body moments from falling. “It hurts so much! Please! It hurts!”

“Oh? It hurts? It's supposed to fucking hurt you fucking idiot, fucking whore,” Shinsou snapped in return, his hips firing into even faster than before. His massive body practically caving onto you as his cock rockets into you. Unforgiving, relentless, and with the drive to make him cum. Your vision swirls and spins as the pain reaches its peak, your mouth opening, your voice no longer working. But oh, how the saliva dripped from your mouth as his hands abandoned your waist to grab onto your stretched cheeks. He held onto your cheeks like some gag, slamming your head into his chest so your dazed eyes could stare up at him as his menacing gaze bore down on you. “You think this was supposed to make you feel good? I don’t give a shit if you cum. This is for me. I’m not fucking stopping until I’m done using you, so shut the fuck up.”

Your whimper is soft, no longer able to keep up with the pleasure your body begins to reach as the pain becomes one of pure bliss. Your eyes crossing as every thrust of his welcomed cock drives you further and further up the wall. The squelching of your meeting sexes almost sounds like a nursery rhyme. A pleasant noise that makes you giggle deliriously as Shinsou continues to degrade you continues to spout how insignificant you are.

“Your only purpose in your shit life is to be my fucking cumdump, fucking bitch, do you understand me?” Shinsou spat, his thrusting becoming barbaric, stammering in his power and speed. You laugh, your head nodding as you stare up at him with loving eyes, the drool and tears on your face trailing down your throat, soaking your uniform. “Tell me what your purpose is?”

“To be your cumdump!” you laugh, elation bubbling in your chest, fluttering deep around your cunt until you felt Shinsou’s teeth sink into your throat.

The feeling of hot, sticky cum expelling into your cunt feels like blistering euphoria, his heavy, rough breathing on your skin, making you moan softly. Your own orgasm hits, much softer, much more controlled than his as your walls clamp down like a vice around him. Your orgasm is warm, sounding deep within you that you almost didn’t realize you were dropped to the floor.

A soft, pitiful moan sounds from your lip, your eyes focused on Shinsou, who’s shoving his limp cock back into his pants, but his eyes are on the skyline.

“I-I’m sorry for messing up your… your case,” you rasp on the floor. 

Shinsou shifts on his feet, his gaze lingering longer onto the skyline before finally setting onto you. The anger seems to have disappeared, a look of slight boredom but the excitement in his eyes as he leans down over you. You feel breathless when his mouth presses against yours in a short, chaste kiss.

“I think you just helped me keep my cover, slut; maybe you do have some worth,” he laughed against your mouth.

He leaves you there, your body going limp and blackness taking over the moment he disappears.

[keyenuta]

PSU: Third Dorm Leader

Name: Morrigan Crowley

Voiced By: Maaya Sakamoto

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: May 21rst

Starsign: Gemini

Height: 5'11"(180cm)

Eye Color: yellow

Hair Color: Raven black

Homeland: ???

Family: Dire Crowley(Father)

Professional Status:

Dorm: Gaelicia

School Year: Second

Class: 2-C

Occupation: Student, Dorm Leader

Club: Gladiator

Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Fun Facts:

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Black Licorice

Least Favorite Food: Dad's cooking

Dislikes: Being left behind, people who insult her or her father, being underestimated or slighted

Hobbies: Wrestling

Talents: Impersonations

Morrigan Crowley, the blunt and calculative Dorm leader of Gaelicia is a flirtatious and precise student who despite her frightful reputation can be your greatest ally or enemy, just don't cross her or else you may find yourself cursed the rest of your life.

Appearance:

Morrigan is a towering teenage girl with skin as pale as snow, with silky wavy hair as black as a raven. Her hair is rather messy and is usually seen unbrushed. But despite the bangs and hair that casts a shadow on her angular face, her yellow eyes still glow from the darkness. Bringing a chilling sensation with just with a glance, as if she already knows your fate before you do.

And as a side note, wrapped around the crown of her head is a purple headband with golden clasps which bound it. Keeping back some of her hair from completely covering her face. As tucked within them are three black feathers.

Morrigan often has an easy going confident expression on her face. As if everything is a game to her no matter the situation or predicament she finds herself in. Like she knows and controls what will happen.

Morrigan is a very tall, lithe, and curvaceous girl with toned muscles from her love of fighting and general club activities.

Across her pake skin she's usually seen wearing dark purple face paint that arcs all around her face, down her neck and presumably her arms as well.

And usually in her hand or at her back, she wields a black razor sharp spear with purple hues across its glass like appearance. It's the form her stave took when she became dorm leader.

Personality:

Morrigan is a very whimsical and calculative person, often acting very playful or flirtatious with others but just as well, she can be very shrewd. Often hiding meanings behind words, or alluding to something she will do or has planned later on.

But despite her easy going demeanor, she can be rather fight loving, heck even when she was young she had a love of fighting or challenging people. It really gets her blood pumping and her mind snapping to life.

She is a rather cocky person, often seeing many things as a game or simple to be completed. But some flaws that have always been with her have been one, her vengeful nature, if she feels slighted, betrayed, insulted etc, she will often seek revenge or payback with deadly efficiency. Sometimes even warning or messing with people by foreshadowing what she will do.

And for her second flaw, she will hold a grudge for years on end, she will remember every insult, trick, jab, and disrespect you've given to her. And she will plan accordingly. Just thinking and plotting on a fitting punishment.

It's these jagged parts of her personality as well as how menacing and powerful her magic feels that usually keeps people away from her despite how kind and helpful of a person she can be. People often see her as a bad omen without ever really going to meet her themselves. So she often takes it up herself, acting flirtatious, instigating meet ups and slowly crafting friendships. But these sre often few and far between.

And as a fun fact, she took her father's quite to heart a while ago, and she can be a very helpful person, often trying to twist luck in someone's fortune if they ask or need it.

Summary: calculative, vengeful, playful, and helpful

Backstory:

Morrigan in her early days wasn't loved by well anyone, not even her own biological parents loved her. They saw her as a bad luck charm, a curse, and especially when her magic really began forming and leaking out. The weight and chill of it made morrigan seem like death in carnate. So one day, on a trip into town, Morrigan's parents abandoned her. Leaving her alone with no one to help or protect her. So she did the best she could, learning to fight, both with fists and magic alike as no one cared for her.

For the longest time she clawed and fought for life at every day, only being comforted by the crows who guided her. And ultimately she found the biggest crow of all. Dire Crowley, who despite towering over her, age trued to suplex the headmaster and steal his stuff. But thankfully, Crowley calmed the child and adopted her, taking her in as hus daughter. She certainly looked close enough after all, no one would question him too much.

And as Crowley's daughter Morrigan after warming up to the old crow often hanged around him as much as possible. Especially as a child with her getting an even better handling of her magic as she would often shapeshift into a crow and hang out with her papa bird as she calls him. Crowley like you can guess flooded morrigan with love and affection and spent as much time as he could with her as he tried to balance his headmaster duties. But often time due to it, he was at times too busy for certain celebrations and events in her life sadly.

All in all Morrigan had a good childhood after Crowley found her. But over the years thabks to her experiences at a young age Morrigan grew up too fast for her peers. She could at times act the part, but when she wasn't able to this often left her alone. Or if not that, other kids interacted with her in a wary manner. Plus her unnerving magic didn't help matters either. People often said she felt like death, and heck due to it people often messed with her and teased her, and especially so with how her last name and her father had a reputation. People teased her saying her father was horrible at his job, at how he was probably a terrible father too. How could one man possibly lead students into a 100 year losing streak etc. So in a way to kash back out, she developed a vengeful part of herself, often insulting back or making harsh punishments fir ger peers if they disrespected her or her father.

Though I will say, eventually she did gain a best friend/rival/enemy. Both arent even sure after all this time. To make a long story short Morrigan found a friend in Cú Chulainn, who also became her vice dorm head at PSU.

Unique Magic: Weaver of Fate

Anything morrigan touches, she can cast a cure or blessing upon that object or person. Weaving it with large boosts of good fortune or bad fortune. As an example, for bad fortune say she touches a piece of sand, with bad fortune the spot she touched now has a mile deep hole in it when someone walks where she last touched. Now for good fortune, if someone is touched by her for good fortune, if they walk ib the beach they'll be very likely to find potentially a hundred madool or something else of value.

This was born from Morrigan thinking if her past and no longer wanting to be unable to guide her life or fate. She wanted to be the weaver of her own fate no matter what.

Trivia:

She is based on The Morrigan from Celtic mythology

She has gained Crowley's habit of saying things like "for I am so kind/gracious" when she does things for people

This is more a headcannon I have but Crowley's mask is very prescious to him because morrigan made it for him and with the beginning of her unique magic appearing, she blessed it with good luck. And even beyond that addition Crowley always wears the mask as much as he can

Morrigan, can't handle the sun that well for long stretches of time. She will literally call it her age old enemy and give it the bird, sometimes literally if she feels like it

She is the president of the gladiator club, people used to say oh you used your unique magic to win, but morrigan not having any of that, while also taking a page out of her vice heads book, challenged the whole team to a battle one on one. No magic or help.

Depending on how she's feeling in the morning and what she wants to do today she switches her face paints design and color depending on her mood

Morrigan went to PSU mostly because she felt like it was time for her to try leaving the nest so to speak. Though she had to comfort her papa a lot with how emotional he got from pride. His little chick was growing up so fast.

Though when able Morrigan still visits her papa bird, and always as a crow

[afterthelastreset]

Rules Of One’s Soul Ch18 Date P2

(mak belongs to @wasted-church )

The usual blurs of red and pink swirled around and the halls and into the minds of the common and wealthy around the dark world. Infecting their very consciousness on the drunken ecstacy of love so would it seem. The pheromones of roses and fine chocolates seemed endless wafing through the air as an endless stream of love poisoning. It was the grand reason for this very holiday.

Love.

Love can be a powerful thing can it not? He's seen people go to war for the ones they loved. He's seen people do terrible, horrible things in the name of love. It's a powerful emotion. So powerful they had a king named after it after all. But it wasn't just bad things. Good things came from it as well. He'd happily smile at the many happy couples and happy laughter of children running around throwing paper hearts at one another along the halls or happy squeals from the occasional hathy when they receive a love letter or confession from their lovers. It was a beautiful sight he wouldn't deny, but perhaps it might've been a bit much for him sometimes. But on the other hand-

He flipped his hair back and looked back into his mirror. Who could deny his looks? He was rather good looking compared to all the other darkners. Who else had flowing white glowing hair that delicately draped around his perfect eyes and fluttering lashes? Who else could say they had many admires willing to buy something they don't need just to be near him?....Perhaps King Diamonds, but respectfully he was a marvel in his own way. His scales usually sparkled brightly and being the richest of the four kings of course meant he'd have a fair amount of suitors himself hoping to get a piece of his riches and royal status. But the king couldn't compare to the likes of him in other ways. He didn't have the charm or grace he posessed surely. He didn't have the charisma or confidence, or the romantical know-how to woo the lady of his dreams.~ And he had chosen the perfect one to court. Sure. There a few.....difficulties.

One being that she was already courted and dare say.....already married to someone. In technicality he had already lost before he even began, which should've been enough of a red flag for him to stop while he was ahead. To stop himself from doing something stupid- But we all know how the saying goes.

Love is blind.

He had to tell her. Even if she never returned his affections. He could live with the rejection, but he couldn't just keep his emotions about this whole thing up any longer.

Her surprised face when he turned up with an assortment of roses he knew she would like. Smile on his features....A frown on her face and worry in her voice.

"Rouxls. You have to stop this. You don't understand what this could do. Do you understand me?"

"Rouxls?"

"ROUXLS KAARD!! YOU TRAITOROUS SCUM!!"

****************************************************************************

"Rouxls, Rouxls?"

The worm made a yelp sound and dropped what he had been previously holding. He fell backwards onto his rear and balls of yarn bounced near his feet before going to a stop. His lungs heaved in and out sucking in that sweet air and his eyes blinked blankly at nothing in particular- He flinched and snapped his head up when a hand gently gripped his shoulder, meeting the eyes of a concerned floating purple man who blinked back in confusion.

"Are you alright, alright?"

"W...Wha-," was all he could get out in his confused stupor.

"You looked frightened, frightened?" His head tilted to the side and blinked. "Like Lancer when his nightlight went out. Are you alright, alright?"

He froze when Rouxls pulled his shoulder away from him and averted his eyes. "I-...I willst best f-fine....Nothing that hasn't happened before."

Jevil's eyebrows rose. Nothing that hasn't happened before? Does he just freeze up every time someone asks him on a date? A pit of guilt suddenly made itself present in his stomach and his eyes widened in a sudden thought. Did-...Did he do something wrong? No, no. He couldn't have! He followed the steps Seam had told him to follow during their little truce. Professional, polite, helpful- Didn't he do everything right? ..Did those little remarks during candy picking sent him the wrong impression? Rouxls slowly shifted getting Jevil's attention directed back towards him. The worm slowly reached a hand out and shakily grabbed onto the counter the register sat upon, Jevil reached his hands out as if to help, but a blue hand was held up to stop him. Rouxls took a shaky breath in and released it slowly with a shudder, carefully pulling himself up to his feet. His legs felt like jello and he worried he might fall over again, but he put on a stern brave face and forced himself to stay still. He remained silent for a moment. ...Hands on the counter. Eyes closed. And taking a few deep breaths. Jevil watched it all with a very confused look....What was that all about?

Rouxls tilted his head down towards his feet silently, catching the attention of the floating clown. Staring at the few balls of yarn that he had dropped. Ever so silently, he slowly turned his body and reached down to pick up the wool strands off the floor. ".....I-" Jevil flinched at the eerily calm voice of the worm. Didn't he just have a scare a few moments ago? "-apologize for mine rude reaction. I amst usually not l-likest that around ....c-coworkers."

Jevil tilted his head. Coworkers? ....Oh. Lancer did give him his royal title of Court Jester back, he guessed that did make them coworkers. But wait. ....Did that mean that-? His stomach instantly dropped when the thought hit him. Did Rouxls not see him as anything but another co-worker? Is that why he never...returned his own affection because he saw their relationship as nothing but 'professional'?! Is THAT why he was so angry all the time? Because he always saw it as 'unprofessional behavior'?! His ears dropped as he looked back to the worm who had stood back up. He gave the yarn a tired look before turning back to the counter and setting them within their proper place silently.

"....Rouxls,Rouxls?"

He paused. "Yes, Jevil?

Rouxls gave a small look over his shoulder to address his attention to Jevil, who smiled weakly at him. "Um.....Did you hear , hear my question?...Question."

A pause-

Rouxls sighed. The kind of sigh that sounded tired and done. "Yes. Yes, Jevil. I did."

He gulped. "And...what does the Duke, Duke think?"

Silence.

".....I-" He looked back towards the counter. "I..think now may be a...n-not so good time to do anythinge of the sort. I-...I amst sor-"

He stopped when he felt something latch onto him. Freezing up on instinct. Soul starting to thump hard against his chest, something curled into his back and something muscular coiled his upper arm from behind. His body reacted in his pupils shrinking and his ears drooping....Something pressed into the back on his shoulder and..he slowly turned his head-

Jevil was- ....He was- Soul thumping hard- A flushed feeling washing over him. As Jevil....hugged(??) him. Well...maybe hugging. He was looking at him with a uncertain expression and his arm were around his upper back and tail found it's way around his upper left arm. The two stared at each other for a moment before Jevil cleared his throat.

"It...Looked like you could use a hug,hug." He dared to give a uncertain smile. "The young prince told me of your sadness, sadness....He told me a hug, hug always made you feel better."

Rouxls just stared at Jevil for a long moment. Just staring silently. Jevil's smile slightly faded, had he had something wrong, maybe he shouldn't have done this. But upon questioning the young boy about his father's habits, he said he always loved his hugs. Didn't he enjoy them from his destined soulmate too? "Heh" Jevil's train of thought was derailed when he heard that one small chuckle escape from the Duke's lips. Followed by another...And another- The duke chuckled to him self and shook his head, laying his upper body onto the counter by this elbows. A...smile on his face. And not the nervous kind!

"Thou art a funny man, Jevil." Another chuckle escaped from his mouth and one of his hands came up to rub over his face and push some of that snowy white hair away from his forehead. "I nay believe I'll ever understand thee but thou art a....undeterred little worm."

"...Does this mean Im forgiven, f-forgiven?" He took his face from his hands and turned to give Jevil that smile. The jester's soul thumped harder when he gave what he finally wanted.

A smile of true happiness.

"I supposeth so. Considering thou willst be more considerate to mine....p-personal pereferences?" Jevil was too eagerly to nod his head yes against Rouxls's shoulder, settling down into his space perched upon him and letting out a content purr sound. ..Which made the duke do a double take- The fool could PURR?! "...Art thou going to just stayest there for the rest of thine day?"

Jevil hummed cracking an eye open at him. "It depends, depends. Maybe I can be convinced to go somewhere else, else if my previous question is answered, answered."

A look of confusion is what he got. Question? WHat questi- Oh. ...Right. The thought of going on a date with anyone was enough to make him tired, but ...with Jevil? Well he guessed he should've seen it coming. Rouxls's had suspected Jevil had wanted to ask him to the ball from the very beginning, but a wrench was from into the works when Seam beat him to it-...Wait. Did that mean that Seam tricked him into inviting him?! That sneaking old cat! Oh he would definitely be having a talk with Seam later about this whole thing, but right now he had another thing to worry about. And the question that needs answering is....Would he do that?

One look in the jester's hopeful bright eyes and wagging end of his tail, compiled with the thrumming purring coming from his throat and nuzzling into his shoulder- ....His soul gave a throb and without a second of self control he gave possibly the greatest or worst answer he could have given.

"Yes."

He froze. There it was. All out without his control. Jevil on the other hand gasped, his mouth wide open, eyes widening until they looked like two golden coins against the black of the whites of his eyes. Before contorting his mouth into a happy smile, a happy whine escaping his throat, the end of his tail thumped relentlessly against part of his arm. By the way Jevil stared at him, you would think he just agreed to marry the fool. His smile became wider. Mind racing with: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap-

Ding!

The front door suddenly flew open and standing in the doorway was a common rudinn guard, he gave the two a confused look and they just stared back awkwardly. After a few seconds, Rouxls cleared his throat and gave the rudinn one of his signature smiles as a greeting.

"Greetings! I amst sorry but mine shop tis closed for restock and repairs. Funny that didst not deter thee.~ " He gave a small wink to the random guard who flushed a light green and stutter a small 'uh' to the Duke's flirtacious words. Jevil however gave them his own jealous filled glare. "Art thou one of mine admirers, Worm?~ ...ACK-"

Jevil climbed higher onto Rouxls shoulder and gave a hug that pressed both their cheeks together. "Hehehe. Im your admirer, admirer.~"

Rouxls gave a strained smile and cleared his throat again. "Thank thee Jevil, but I do believe this is unprofessional in front of mine dear customers." His voice sounded slightly irritated.

"Oh. But where's the fun, fun in that?"

Rouxls opened his mouth to speak, but that was cut short when he felt Jevil not so secretly place a kiss to his neck near his jaw line, staring at the Rudinn, who already looked weirded out enough as it was and only felt weirded, with a jealous narrowed glare. As if to dare the newcomer to just try something sneeky. ..What really resulted was the duke giving a high pitched girly squeal and a hand flying up to push the invader's face away from his. Jevil giggled at the new game of keep away and turned his face into the blue hand that was pushing his cheek and giving it a small peck. ROuxls gave an undignified yelp and pulled his hand away with a light blue already spreading across his face.

"Jevil you...you...SNAIL!," he yelled in a squeaky high pitched voice.

The Rudinn slowly slithered backwards out of the shop, the two arguing among themselves, they didn't notice the sound of the bell jingling or the sound of the door closing.

[bilgisticallykosher]

Reminder that I’m totally down to give specific warnings or descriptions or help people navigate through the video if anyone needs.

Warnings (aside from the obvious): Long post, lots of caps lock, long rambling with a large degree of incoherence. I titled this “me screaming at the new video” in docs. I was real accurate.  It took me over 2 hours to watch this thing because I kept pausing to not shut up. This is 5 pages in docs.

Okay, JUST looking at the cover, I-  are those tentacles? IS this a new side? Octoside? I can already hear all the names were going to give him. Oliver, Octavio, October wait no that’s already a Sanders shorts. Okay, intrusive thoughts, that's… Roman’s already a supplier of those. Fandom agrees, “Don’t think about your naked Aunt Patty.” So, maybe Depression? Anger? Or, is it Roman still, after all? Because I see the word Creativity there. Or tentaclereativity. So it’s still Roman, but I’m convinced that his opposite is Virgil, although I’m also sure that they implied Pride in the Halloween episode. Something about “proud of it” and then they said “let’s table that discussion for another time.”

Ugh, Roman’s been doing so wonderful on his own. He’s just been owning up to insecurities, and it’s been great. This is going to be highly related to him. Although, Patton looks like the one trying to block him out? Roman’s concerned, Logan’s miffed, Virgil is angry, and oh my god is that a MOUSTACHE OKAY I’M WATCHING. 

Content warning, oh my gosh, they were not kidding. Does that seriously say death and blood and gore? I’m just getting more hype. I mean, intrusive thoughts, I’m sure nothing will permanently, physically happen to them.  (Goodbye Fresh.) 

Dark circles under Thomas’s eyes, implication of sleep deprivation, or something with Virgil?

“The human connection will make me feel more like a person,” I came here to have a good time and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now. Credits! Great job everyone! I know everyone worked real hard on this. 

Okay, Thomas in his robe, very reminiscent of Excepting Anxiety. Blasé attitude, too. Hmm, trouble sleeping (tires), overstating ‘everything going wrong,’ definitely seems like Virgil’s territory. 

Woah there he is. He’s, he’s really angry? And Patton’s voice is strained. What is happening, does Patton know……whatever, or WHOever? Yeah, he’s shifty eyed. He knows. Virgil definitely knows, and it’s not him. Oh man oh man. Oh, confirmed, they’re in on trying to avoid the conversation. GREAT TEAM WORK, PAT! Doing great, buddy. 

Roman’s rhymes are amazing. Definitely misery, though. Alright, so Thomas is having thoughts that make Virgil act up, and either he’s telling Patton, or Patton knows because of emotions. 

Roman’s so much better at summoning than Logan. And Logan knows?! Ooh, sore spot for them here. Patton oh noooo. That’s easy for you to say? 

I love the idea that, 1, Logan Falsehood’d as a reaction and an example on purpose, and 2, that he’s got a limit of one per day. 

ALRIGHT! I’ve got it. They don’t want Roman to know because he’s going to, intentionally or not, expand on whatever the thoughts are. He’s Creativity and dreams, it’s what he does and he’s not going to be able to help it, intrusive thoughts, this IS Roman-centric! Poor boy. (Kraken, sushi. Those tentacles mean something. Also the tentacle represents the C, I understand the title image now.) Yeah, they don’t want him inadvertently going into daydream mode. 

I have never seen this movie. These are freaking top-notch jokes, though. WOAH, THOMAS. Not good. Really not good. I’m still hype. Oh, is that the sort of death mention that

Television: [has hands]

Me: [strangled squeaking noise] 

Okay, I’m having, okay. Okay. Okay. I’m fine. I just. I need. Okay. I’m fine. Need a moment. Freaking out, in, a good way? I just. Really unexpected, even though I saw the hands. Oh my gosh. Can the others see him????? Because they’re looking at Roman they should see him. I didn’t know I could make that noise, but apparently I can. And I can hold it. And make it slowly go higher pitched. Okay. Okay. I’m fine now. Maybe. Okay. Hypening.

OH THEY CAN okay, oh dissonant voice. What sort of overdramatic staff is this dork NO ROMAN. 

THE DUKE?! WHAT!!! Getting heavy Warfstache vibes, btw, and why does he have a grey streak? Virgil and Logan are unconcerned about Roman, so I guess he’s fine. 

Is this a song? What is his outfit, omg. His mustache is fabulous. His eyes are kinda ringed.  in purple? 

What is happening, oh my god. Oh here’s the religious commentary, I guess. This is fine, I’m okay with this. But he’s playing Adam AND Eve himself. Dramatic dork confirmed. Oooh, you lack imagination. He IS Roman’s opposite, dang. I was so sure it was Virgil. Also YES green’s my favorite color! 

Hahaaaa! Tiny little aunt Patty naked post-it! Patton’s so distressed, Virgil ANGERY. A to Z is incredible. I missed some lyrics there; I’ll catch it when I watch it with captions the next five times. I mean, uh, no, I’d never… ten times. Nice blood spatter! What is he doing to them! What’s with the size thing? Is that a thing he can do? Or creative (heh) liberty due to song? 

SNAKE how’d I not guess that from Adam and Chava SNAKE IT’S SNAKE!

I don’t get the hand image. What is that? So far kind of the same sort of vibe from Deceit and Duke- oooh, both Ds. The whole, own up to who you are, stop lying to yourself. 

“You’ve got a fiend in me!” “Squeak!”

Oh, oh no, he’s really not quite like Deceit. He’s saying that these things make Thomas evil. Definitely not a Deceit thing to do. 

EDITING PRAISE! YOU GUYS. You guys are incredible, you did such a good job. 

“I’m your Creativity!” Officially calling those things fart trumpets. 

Oh, is he actually Creativity? Okay I’ll roll with it. Oh my gosh it’s only ten minutes into it and I can’t shut up. Virgil is so uncomfortable. 

Never bring [Jeffery Dahmer] up again got a GREAT face from Duke. Oh man. Is that true about him trying to repress those thoughts?

WHITE BEAR that episode of Black Mirror might make more sense now. 

Impressive hair blowing from Virgil, that’s the hair blowing equivalent of what Dr. Horrible did with his fingers in Brand New Day. 

Patton called Roman handsome, and I knew that second most handsome prince bit in the last episode was something he’d say, not just him trying to be all lawyer-y! (Ooh, foreboding music…)

Honestly, Logan was, if anything, even more chill about lying in CLBG, and Deceit in general (his scales are quite smooth). By comparison, he’s going off on the Duke. OOH, I KNEW THAT ABOUT THE WORD DORK! 

Ohhh my gosh the costumes are opposites! I, almost realized that, about color theory, and then forgot about the sash. And those shoulder pads are massive, Duke! Did you steal Roman’s puppet chin to make those? 

Joan! Haha, I love it, definitely something they would do. Interesting, you can hear an overlay of Joan’s voice, and Duke’s voice. Why can’t the Duke do it as well as anyone else? What did Virgil realize during the twin explanation? Hey, Cayin and Hevel, more Genesis. 

Did he mention friends and family? Oh my gosh, self-immolation is terrible, I looked it up. Like, uh, suicide for a public purpose, or to make a point? 

Laugh! Dork laugh! There’s the implication of them knowing each other. 

Oh, okay, okay. So, Virgil’s anxious, because in and of itself, whatever it was that he was thinking/obsessing over was bad. His anxiety is, well, cognitive distortions. That’s why everyone’s all bothered. Yeah, point to Logan on that oh my god, what is that camera angle, I love it.

Duke is JP confirmed. Ripped off nipples. JP from Wade’s (lordminion777) circle of friends, salty boys. That’s still their official name, right? Anyway, he’s JP.

Oh, I saw dripping off of that hand. That sequence is getting longer every time. 

Who are those, I don’t recognize them? “I’m about to smash the Hulk” you guys I think I love the Duke a little bit a lot. 

Patton, no, that’s- Patton! “That’s what repression is?” Ooh, tense Virgil moment with Logan. Yet, also touching? 

“Well THAT can’t be where the bar is.” !!!

Weird Duke blink during religion talk. It’s so funny looking at this though a Jewish perspective. It’s similar, but just a little off. And we don’t do the 7 deadly sins thing. 

Figuratively! 

Wait it’s coming from Virgil?! Uh, uh, anxious about being a bad person, subconsciously projecting it onto Thomas?

Patton too?! Oh, wait, yeah, this comes back to repression that makes sense. Oh my gosh, Logan. ! Can the Duke do the Deceit silence thing oh no, no he can’t. Close. Teeth are an improvement I think. 

Hey isn’t there an incorrect quote about Virgil drinking shampoo? 

Remus?! Oh my gosh are you KIDDING me? A new side, PLUS his name? Oh, oh that’s so clever, Roman. Rome was founded by Romulus and Remus. So clever! And definitely butt trumpets, from earlier, because AVPM’s Lupin had butt trumpets. 

Oh, direct shot and reaction at Virgil not hiding anything. And okay, I’ve changed my mind like 10 times, but I think I get it now. Haha, Logan! It was like a pop quiz! And Thomas cursed!

The scream darkened the room, that was awesome. But nobody cared. Ah, secretly a Patton and Virgil arc! 

Oh my god, Patton had a look of realization when Virgil was listing off things, is he going to tell him to not skip the callback?!

[Sad poopy noises.] Logan’s on fire today! Yes! 

Oh, he’s gone? Ha, nope! Oh it got worse, haha!

Patton, control, it’s happening! Oh, wait no. 

Virgil really used to fear him? And, oh, what were those exchanged looks during “just like old times”? Logan and Patton, and maybe Roman figured it out? Does Virgil know that? 

Roman! 

Nerdy Wolverine. Ahh, cool! Dukey problem! Oooh return of “I don’t like him.”

What, brother?! So that’s an actual thing now? But okay, alright, I guess Logan’s thing from before. NOPE EVERYTHING’S FINE NEVER COMING BACK. Romaaaaan.

Dark sides? “Others.” Oh, Thomas for sure doesn’t know. Oh dear. OH MUSIC it’s swelling oh my gosh, he’s going to tell, he’s going to tell.  Gasp! He told, and oh, so sad, and oh no he’s just sinking out?! My poor baby little precious oh I immediately see why Patton had a problem with coddling him.

Oh, oh Thomas is so confuddled. There’s going to be so many angst fics. I will read them all. 

Alright, actually a hilarious ad.  Way to incorporate intrusive thoughts into it! END CARD holy- REMUS! Oh the deodorant. And again. Nice knife, he’s going to- yep, deodorant. Oh he’s done, but he’ll have another- yep. What the heck is it, actually? 

THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT! PFF that’s going to be some fics also. Officially: I love Remus. 

Final thoughts; I’m in love, I was so wrong about “they wouldn’t throw a new side or plot relevance at us with all these warnings,” everyone freaking outdid themselves, this must have happened so soon after Selfishness vs. Selflessness, I love him, I really dug a lot of that humor, my taste in music is way worse than anything Remus threw at us (ask me about that), WHAT WERE THE THOUGHTS with the dripping hand bit, S v. S part 2 is definitely the next one, and I freaking love this video. 

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“This flask is Taliesin’s new character” shut up Sam don’t mock us

They’re FINALLY going to go check out the Taskers and i swear if Taliesin’s character isn’t with them I’m gonna die

(unless this is all a trick and Taliesin is just hanging out until Molly can reasonably be brought back…)

Caleb stepping in and doing some strategizing both makes me proud and makes me sad because I guarantee he was great at that before Everything happened

Beau and Caleb disagreeing over a spider

“Shady Debaters Debate Team” I would wear that shirt

Nila wants to use her lighting let her fuck people up with her lightning draw people outside for her to fry please

Yes please get yourself some goddamn healing potions

YAAAAS NILA HAS HEALING WORDS

and good berries xD

GUYS I STILL LOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD STILL DIE FOR HER

The Bone Orchard…ooooooo

Necromancers maybe?

Please go to the Taskers first I feel like Taliesin has to be with them

If people have been torturning Jester I’m gonna cry she’s too sweet for this

Nila’s smell bag is so cute y’all stop teasing her

“You are relying on me, I’m very happy” sHE’S SO PURE

Oh shiiiiit she just saved them from freaky forest ground monsters that’s my girl!

GRAVE SITE I’M TELLING YA ITS NECROMANCERS

Caleb getting tired of the debate and just heading over the gate

Not just carelessly flinging herself after him smh

Spooooooky place I don’t know how I feel about this

YAAAAAAAAS THEY FOUND HIM HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHH OF COURSE HE LIVES IN A GODDAMN GRAVEYARD I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE IS THE ULTIMATE GOTH

HE’S A FIRBOLG???

“Caduceus Clay” AND HES A CLERIC GOD BLESS Jester will be delighted that she doesn’t have to do all the healing anymore

Caduceus seems delightful I’m delighted I MISSED YOU TALIESIN

fuck i love him already

he’s like the goddamn grave keeper TALIESIN COULD YOU HAVE GONE ANY MORE GOTH

B: “You’re drinking dead-people tea?”

Cad: “Aren’t we all?”

THE. ULTIMATE. GOTH.

…can’t bring Molly back. I’m not surprised at all given that it would be weird to bring his own character back, but still. That’s okay. It’s fine.

He just figured he’d sit there with his tea until someone came to help him leave lol

C: “Welcome to the Mighty Nein”

Cad: “There’s only, uh—“

B: “DON’T overthink it”

Nott shooting Beau to test Cad’s healing xD

FRUMPKIN NO DONT KILL HIM

fuuuuuuuck he dead

they needed him god dammit

HE’S ALIVE

ALIVE BY 1

I can’t decide if this is going to be a disaster, them going after them again right now, or???

LETS NOT SPLIT UP AT ALL EVEN JUST TO KILL TWO GUARDS

Taking off her armor is a horrible idea guys

Guest!Ashley has the cutest face and the purest laugh??? I love her

While we’re on break I’m trying to decide, is it weird that Taliesin chose to play a cleric when they already have a cleric? Part of me is like “what if he did that because he knew they were gonna need the temporary heals and he’s just gonna stick around as Cad until Jester is back and then he’s gonna rez Molly” and part of me is just like bfs girl Molly is gone let him go??

I don’t think I’ll be able to move on from Molly for sure though until the M9 move on from Shady Creek, with Cad tagging along.

Frumpkin the 3-HP spider

Not asking Cad questions nervously is adorable

Beau just sticking her face in the bag for the luck orb xD

Caleb: talks about breaking a guy’s skull

Nila: “excellent”

Poor Taliesin having to figure out a whole new character. He’d barely really figured out Molly yet.

20 for a perception check nice job Keg!

Sumalee accidentally meta gaming is honestly just cute enough that i don’t even care she could metagame all day and i’d be fine with it

HERE THEY GOOOOO

Matt looks so lost xD

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM BEAU/CALEB/NILA

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM KEG/NOTT/CAD

good rolls, good rolls…

YAAAAS GO KEG!

YAAAAAS NILA BASH HIM DO IT GIRL she’s been waiting to kill someone for so long

goddamn they handled that SO WELL LOOK AT THEM IM SO PROUD

“one was just enjoying the wind, and then darkness forever” Matt xD

Goddamn I can’t believe they pulled that off so well. Lorenzo better watch the fuck out.

Are we calling him Clay then because I liked Cad

Frumkpin the flying spider?? Methinks they all forgot Caleb made him a spider

Nila’s so excited to have like 32 gold she’s so cute you guys

Keg get another nat20 for stealth

okay… are they really unnoticed I’m nervous

B: “Look at the—look at the windows, too.”

Cad: “They’re nice.”

I love hiiiiiim

We can’t go get friends tho because they’re not HERE YET

Boy I can’t wait to see this map

Liam missing his rogue days hardcore right now lol

YAAAAS Taliesin with the nat20 deception I was so scared

“I’m gonna have an ulcer after this game” fucking SAME

Ashley and Sam holding hands like SAME god the stress

Also heck yeah we’re uncovering the maaaaap!

Liam is just very thoroughly uncovering the map

fuck don’t squish Frumpkin

“Hey Phil come help me kill this spider!”

Oh thank god good job poofing him out Caleb

I’m serous guys I love Caleb coming up with plans and leading the group in Fjord’s absence I love it

WAIT

YOU CANT SEND NOTT IN BY HERSELF

DONT DO THAT

FUCK

WE CANT AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE GANG GUYS

NOT NOTT

Hey Caleb can you teach Nott the door unlocking spell?

Keg: “Nott. Be careful.”

Nott: “…Do you care about me?”

K: “…Yeah.”

N: *happy wiggle*

Fuck I don’t like this they were doing so well but this is going to be a disaster

A NAT1

FUUUUUUUUUCK

KILL THEM

fuck it was going so well god DAMMIT Caleb this was a BAD PLAN

God they’re not even all together I am literally so afraid right now

Yessss hasted Keg

fuckfuckfuck im literally so fucking scared right now

okay good they missed Not

FUCK ‘EM UP NILA

NO SAVE THE TOTEM FOR LORENZO

SAVE IT NILA

SAVE IT

poison spray yesss that sounds nice and 12pts damage good girl

poor Sam has such a hard time with his rogue skills

NOTT STOP RUNNING AHEAD

GOD Y’ALL DID MOLLY TEACH YOU NOTHING

fuck them up Keg

Yessssss kill him Keg my hero

Hasted Keg is the best man 4 attacks? She’s helping make up for a lack of Yasha

Keg getting between Nott and danger is so sweet I’m crying is she trying to make sure Molly does’t happen all over again

I would also die for Keg you guys

Sorry Phil you dead

BITCH HAS YASHA’S SWORD

FUCK HER UP

Wait until you get in the room above the trap door at least Nila

I adore her

PHIL DON’T YOU TOUCH NILA

yesssss he misses

NOTT

DONT FUCKING GO NEAR THE BARBARIAN

“IM THINKING OF REMOVING MY SPINE… CAUSE IT’S ONLY HOLDING ME BACK! :D”

holy shit Nott put her prone I’m crying I’m sorry I doubted you Nott

Fuck up the barbarian Keg yessss

Action surge means what what is that it’s cool

NAT20 YAAAAAS Keg is the BEST you guys

What I’m taking from this is that women name Ashley make the best lady characters and get the job done

why are you spending key points in non-combat when Lorenzo is still out there somewhere

Oh jeez are Cad or Nila close enough to heal Keg if she needs it??

DON’T TAKE AWAY HASTE

fuck

Liam and Matt gonna fight lol

Let Nila beat the door in

MOMMA POWERS ACTIVATE and she beats in the door HELL YEAH

Maybe she should have saved the totem for IN the trap door?

Sumalee is so concerned that she’s gonna make a mistake it’s cute

UH I KNOW IT’S A JOKE BUT YOU CAN TAKE TALIESIN’S NEW CHARACTER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS SOMEONE ELSE CAN DIE

Cad coming in with the heals heck yes

“A cleric who likes to heal! It’s amazing” LOL Sam. My thoughts exactly though

This isn’t going terrible but it isn’t going great and I’m worried about what they will have left when it comes time to face Lorenzo

YEAAAAAH HDYWTDT CALEB HECK YES somebody grab Yasha’s sword

also damn Caleb you get vicious with that fire

oh baby

please don’t freak again Molly isn’t here to forehead kiss you out of it

Aw first time he managed not to have issues

Maybe Lorenzo isn’t home… that would be great…

Or he’s downstairs…

Damn, Taliesin, that’s so amazingly morbid and fantastic. Just melting them away into fertilizer.

Nott apologizing for not being able to unlock the door and Caleb reassuring her that it’s not her fault. My heart.

Trapped door.

They are all getting silly xD

Oh god okay here we go

“I like pink better than purple” Liam how dare you

Manacles again ffs Matt

God a whole underground place

“He’s looking for green or blue or goth”

Fuuuuck they gotta get through at least 3 more??

And still no Lorenzo

fuck i don’t like thiiiiiiis

Lorenzo is absolutely in there. If he was upstairs he would have come down.

You’re assuming that there isn’t another way out that they could escape through and flank you

Matt’s like “I just got the downstairs map out guys”

Cad/Clay/Whatever like “let’s just?? ask??”

Oh no

stop him

“fucking Phil, ammiright?”

fuck this son of a bitch up

16 damage fuck him uppppp Nila!

fuck him uuuuup Keg!

fuck him up Clay!

fuck him up Nott!

Clay just… turning him into mulch I’m crying

Damn I’m so impressed they took care of that so well

fuck traps

PLEASE LET NILA’S BABY BE OKAY

Nila being such a mom is my favorite like I’m so here for the peaceful person who has never hurt anyone, but will fuck you UP for touching their loved ones

SOMEONE HEAL ASSAR

IM CRYING

MATT STOP IT

it’s fine I’m only crying a little

“be well. be well my son.”

I’m very much crying

Let her rip it open Matt let her do it

Okay Nila it’s okay let Nott try or Caleb then if Nott can’t

SAM stop with the 1s!!

SHES GOT HER FAMILY BACK AGAIN I CRYYYYYYY

the power of love is stronger than metal bars hell yes

“I love it when it works for the narrative!” lol Matt at his most DM-i-est

FAMILY HUG ITS FINE IM NOT CRYING

oh god I’m gonna miss Nila so much

WE LOVE YOU NILA I HOPE WE SEE YOU AGAIN SOME DAY

FIRBOLG HUG

I’ve cried way too much these past like idk 7 episodes

Nila is forever a member of the M9 y’all save that feather

it’s fine

it’s totally fine

How many members of the M9 are there now

Fjord Jester Caleb Nott Beau Molly Yasha, then Shakaste, Cali, Kiri, Keg, Nila, and now Clay.

God this was such a good episode.

Caduceus is great guys. He’s different enough from Molly not to make me heartsore, and I think he’ll bring a nice new dynamic? I’m not at all disappointed by him (not that I expected to be, I knew Taliesin wouldn’t let us down).

I’m gonna miss Nila so much. Like Marisha said, she was the softness the group needed.

I can’t believe Sumalee has never properly played before! That’s amazing! She was amazing! I hope I can be half that great at my first proper game!

And I’m so excited to see how it goes next week, live from GenCon! Excited to see how this section wraps up. It’s gonna be amazing.

[tossing-cookies]

Eyy bby doll, Ilysm ♡ You should totally do a Len/Rin Leukemia bit for me c:

Slipping Len’s pillow into a clean pillowcase, Rin frowned. This was the fifth nosebleed in the span of two months, and it worried her; she never remembered her brother having problems with bloody noses before. On top of that, today marked the second week of a terrible fever Len had come down with. They had gone to the doctor twice because the fever reached 102° and was not breaking. Both times the doctor concluded Len most likely had mono and, given how long he was already ill, would start improving within a few days. That, unfortunately, did not happen.

To the contrary, Rin believed Len was growing worse. Since the visit to the physician, he had developed a rash over his legs, and although he told her that it did not itch nor did it hurt, the purple spots still caused her concern. Not only that, but the small teenager had barely eaten during his time under the weather. Rin worried that this went beyond a simple loss of appetite from the fever, for feeling “too full” became a frequent complaint from Len even when little to nothing had been eaten for hours. When Rin was able to coax him to eat something, Len could not eat much of it without the stomach pain getting worse and feeling nauseous.

Keeping the foreboding feeling to herself, Rin slid the pillow behind Len’s back. She watched him groggily hold a tissue to his nose, barely awake. His face was so pale that his skin looked paper-thin, and he was visibly trembling, despite the heavy blankets draped over his shoulders and on his lap. She could hear his teeth chattering.

“…Has it stopped,” she inquired softly, more to herself than to Len, and reached to pull the tissue away from his nose slightly. When she did not see anymore active blood-flow, Rin deemed it safe to dispose of it. “Finally,” she sighed, exasperated as she added the crumpled tissue to the small mound already in the trash.

Len coughed weakly and slumped back into the mattress. Everything ached, especially his legs and underneath his arms. It was a deep, dull pain that felt like it came from his bones. They were reminiscent of growing pains, but it was more uncomfortable. Simply laying in bed, he could feel the ache pulsing. Trying to walk was a nightmare between the pain and the dizziness. Every time he stood, his head swam and gravity felt like it was playing games.

Despite how much sleep he had gotten since the fever started, Len’s energy was sluggish to return. He only woke when he was roused by Rin, and even then the sting of fatigue weighed heavy on his lids. “Thanks,” he mumbled to his sister in an almost inaudible breath, obviously on the edge of slumber.

Rin bit her lip, feeling conflicted. Having watched Len’s condition gradually go from bad to worse, she was nervous. Even though the doctor had said twice that it was only mono, she still had the feeling something was off. He seemed too weak for it to be within normal expectations, but at the same time Rin knew she had a tendency to jump to the worst case scenario. “Len,” she started nervously, unsure if her worry was justified. “Don’t you think we should get that rash checked out?”

Slowly, Len shook his head, not bothering to open his eyes. “…t’s fine…”

Her heart sank a little. “Are you sure? The doctor hasn’t seen it…”

An annoyed groan rattled in Len’s chest as he tightened his fetal position, blankets clenched in his hands. “He said it’s mono,” he argued, desperately wanting the conversation to be over so he could go back to sleep.

“I know but-“ she began to offer a rebuttle but was interrupted by Len’s ringtone suddenly exploding into the room.

Len whimpered, almost ready to cry by that time. He was far too exhausted to answer his phone and that piercing tune was impossibly loud. Still not opening his eyes, he fumbled around his bed for the vibrating mobile device. His fingers searched blindly for a horribly long moment before they wrapped around the cool metal of his smartphone. “Will you answer this, please,” Len asked as he pointed the cellphone toward his twin.

After taking the phone from Len’s hand, Rin looked at the caller ID and immediately recognized the number as the hospital’s. A stroke of relief hit her, realizing this follow up call as her opportunity to mention the rash on Len’s legs. “Hello,” she answered.

“Hi, is this Len Kagamine?” The voice on the other end asked. It was not their physician, but instead a young woman.

“This is Rin, his sister. Len is resting right now,” Rin explained. “He’s still not feeling any better.”

“Hi Rin, I’m sorry to hear that,” the woman replied. “I’m Dr. Chiba from Higashi Memorial Hospital. I’m calling to talk about the results of Len’s recent blood test.”

Not expecting the call to be anything other than a check in, Rin was caught off guard. “Oh, okay,” was all she could manage in response, incredibly confused by receiving a call from a doctor she had never spoken to before.

Dr. Chiba continued. “Your doctor sent Len’s blood to me for testing, and I found a couple things I wanted to talk about. I know this is sudden, but would now be a good time to come see me?”

Taken aback by the unexpected summon, Rin stammered. “Wh- come see you?” She echoed the doctor’s words as her eyes glanced down at Len, who had surprisingly cracked open his eyes to meet her gaze. She understood his silent plea not to agree to the visit. “I don’t- you can’t tell me over the phone?”

“I really think it’s best if we speak in person.” The doctor’s voice over the phone was soft but stern, carrying a latent sense of urgency that made a knot form in Rin’s stomach.

“…O-okay,” Rin answered hesitantly. “Um, when should we… does it have to be right now?”

“If you aren’t caught up in another appointment, I would like you to come in to go over the results of blood test as soon as possible,” Dr. Chiba insisted.

Rin kneaded her forehead as the brick in her stomach grew heavier. “Okay, I’ll get him up,” she reluctantly agreed, turning away from the glare Len shot at her. She ended the call and immediately began to explain.

“Len, I’m sorry, I know you’re tired,” Rin apologized, guilt thick in her voice. “That was a doctor from the hospital. She needs to talk to us about the blood they took last time you got checked out.”

——

Getting Len out of bed took nearly as long as the bus ride to the hospital, but about an hour since the phone call the two were sat in front of a foreign desk, looking at a woman they had never met before.

Rin rung her hands nervously in her lap, her mind running rampant with worry. Meanwhile, Len sat in the chair beside her, bundled up in a heavy sweatshirt and looking miserably fatigued.

Dr. Chiba was the first to speak. “Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” She placed a folder on her desk and pulled out the small packet of papers inside. “These are the results from Len’s blood test. I saw a couple abnormalities that I think need further testing.”

“Abnormalities?” Rin repeated, urging her to go on.

Instead of explaining right away, Dr. Chiba flipped to the last page of the packet and slid it toward Rin. “I believe it’s in your best interest to schedule an appointment with Dr. Kamori in Oncology.”

Rin’s eyes drifted down to the paper pushed in her direction, and immediately her eyes were drawn to the big red words underneath the hospital’s sigil. One in particular made her heart freeze in her chest: Cancer. Reeling, Rin’s wide eyes returned to the doctor. “C-cancer?” The word felt like poison on her tongue, as if speaking it aloud would seal Len’s fate and condemn him to the terrible disease.

In an apologetic tone, the doctor confirmed her suspicion. “Len’s bloodcount numbers are indicative of a leukemic syndrome.”

Len was suddenly very awake, more awake than he had been in the past two weeks. His ears began to ring as his head swarmed with fear, stomach filling with wicked butterflies and jumping to his throat. It felt as if he had received a death sentence, and he was now faced with his mortality. He was dying. If they did nothing, he would die. Even if he did get treatment, he could still die. His heart hammered fast and hard in his chest; he could hear it pulsing in his ears as the ringing dulled to white noise.

Beside him, Rin abruptly stood up from her chair, blue eyes brimming with tears. Her expression fell somewhere between anger and despair. “No! You’re wrong,” she blurted out in disbelief, her worst fears becoming a close reality. Sure, her worried mind had mentioned the word cancer before coming to the hospital, but never had she imagined that it would turn out to be true. “That can’t be right. He- he just has mono, right? The doctor said he had mono…”

“I’m sorry to deliver such bad news,” was the doctor’s solemn response, a declaration that there was no mistake.

Dr. Chiba’s words felt sharp, like a knife through a Rin’s chest as they met her ears, and the young adolescent fell back into her chair, tears starting to fall from her eyes. She stared blankly at the paper on the desk, the word cancer screaming in red ink. “It can’t be… no way.”

Opting to give the two some time to absorb the weight of the information given, Dr. Chiba stood up and placed her hand on Rin’s shoulder. “I’ll give you two a few minutes to talk,” she offered, to which neither twin responded.

It was not until the click of the door behind the doctor leaving the office that Rin turned her gaze to Len. He was staring ahead with wide eyes, expression frozen in shock. “L-Len,” She croaked through the frog in her throat.

Slowly, Len turned to his sister, her voice piercing the the static in his ears, and immediately crumbled in fear. Tears poured out of his eyes as panic set in, his mind bringing forth every dream he had for his future, knowing that he may not live long enough to achieve the. “I-I dont wanna die,” was all he could say, a choked sob catching.

In an instant, Rin collected her twin in her arms, squeezing him as if he would vanish at any moment. Her heart broke for him. “No, Len,” she moaned in despair, shaking her head. “You’re not gonna die… it’s way to early to think like that. B-besides… I’ll do whatever I can to make you better. I’ll give you anything, my blood, a kidney, whatever, anything it takes,” she promised in a trembling voice.

Lens shaking arms reached up and desperately clung to his sister, white knuckles squeezing fistfuls of Rin’s shirt. “I’m scared,” he bawled, breaking into violent sobs, only muffled by the fabric he pressed his face into.

“I know,” Rin whimpered into his messy blonde hair, her own tears cascading down her cheeks. Her hand stroked his back as she placed a kiss against his forehead. “It’s gonna be okay.” In truth, Rin was terrified. They did not know what stage the cancer was in, what kind of treatment he would need, what the statistics were, or what precautions they needed to take. The uncertainty of his prognosis made for overwhelming fear. She could only imagine how much worse it must be to be the one who was going through it.

Pulling back, Rin sniffled and cupped Len’s face in her hands. “They’ll do tests to find out what needs to be done, and we’ll do it. Okay?”

Hiccuping with sobs, Len stared at her, his eyes swimming, and nodded. He latched onto those words in a desperate search of comfort. She was right, after all. He was not dead yet, and the news was not a death sentence either. If they fought back hard enough, he would be okay. Right? If Rin was so confident in that, he had to believe it, even if the process and the risks were petrifying. “O-okay,” he whined, eyes squeezing out a few more fat tears.

Seeing that the worst of Len’s sobs calmed, Rin again gathered him in a tight hug. Whatever was going to happen, she was determined to face it. She knew it would be hard, not only for Len, but also for her watching him go through it. Rin decided she needed to become stronger. There would be times during treatment that Len would feel helpless and, of course, sick. Len would need her more than ever, and she would be there.

[aroselane]

The Devil in Me Ch. 18

Chapter Eighteen: 

Shay:

My brain hurts.

Even after sleeping, it hurt to think.

I couldn’t bring myself to sign it.

I needed more time to think about it.

Even Jody wasn’t sure by the time she was done reading.

This sucked. I just wanted to spend time with him.

I didn’t like the idea of being watched either. Why did they need to see it? Why couldn’t they just monitor vitals like the rings do?

On top of that, there was another condition I wasn’t too fond of.

We would have to come in when they called, to test the boundaries of our Devils.

I didn’t like the sound of that.

I hated the idea of it, actually.

As if being around us sometimes wasn’t hard enough, now you want to throw in that kind of stuff?

Who were the real Devils?

I shook my head at the thought.

I was grateful. That alone surprised me.

To feel thankful despite the shitty treatment.

It was strange to even think it.

Shame also filled me when I thought about it.

I shouldn’t think about doing naughty things with him. We just met.

I feel it, though. There was this insane connection.

Maybe it is just a physical response, like pheromones and stuff.

I felt like an idiot for suggesting it.

What if he wanted me to sign the papers?

Clearly, he thought about doing that kind of stuff. His reaction to my nipple piercings was pretty… intense.

I felt the heat in my cheeks every time I thought about it.

Sure I’ve been felt up before, but that was different.

It was like he felt it when he touched me.

It was a theory I would very much enjoy testing in the future.

If we even had one.

My phone went off, scaring me.

I had to rush to the charger on the stand next to my bed.

“Hello?”

“Shay,” my brother Andre said, “I won’t be able to make it on time tonight, can you get the boys?”

I frowned.

“Yeah, I can get them.”

“Thank you,” he said quickly, “Sorry, I have to go.”

I could hear someone call his name in the background.

It sounded like his partner.

He hung up the phone before I could say anything to him.

Damn it.

Truth be told, I had been avoiding talking to Eileen.

I checked the time on my phone, and I frowned again.

5:48 PM.

I should leave soon.

It didn’t take long for me to get myself ready.

Basic blue jeans, and a dark gray hoodie.

I put on my purple Converse last.

It only took another few seconds to make sure I had everything I needed before I left.

I locked the door behind me as I headed for the daycare.

I knew if I walked quickly, I could make it in less than ten minutes.

The cold breeze tonight made me glad that I wore a hoodie.

The daycare had several cars outside when I walked inside.

Vee stood at the counter. Several parents were in line waiting to pick up their children.

I smiled at her when she looked at me, and she returned it.

I didn’t want to wait.

I found myself frowning as I stared at a stack of toys off to the side of the room.

Blocks and shapes that didn’t look like they belonged there.

“Shay?”

I turned my head quickly.

I didn’t realize that I had spaced out.

Eileen stood there, smiling at me.

There were still a couple parents in line, but she didn’t pay any attention to them.

Crap. I knew where this was about to go.

“How are you doing?” she asked, “I haven’t seen you in here the last couple of days.”

I felt guilty. I couldn’t lie to myself about that.

I felt guilty that Noah couldn’t here to see his sister.

“I’m doing alright,” I said.

It wasn’t a lie. I was alright.

That was as far as I got.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I’m good,” she said, “And very happy for you. For both of you.”

I tried not to flinch at her words.

I didn’t want to talk to her about it. I didn’t want to tell her it was my fault Noah couldn’t come here.

There was also something inside of me that was upset that I didn’t know he existed sooner.

We could have had more time.

We will have more time. I had to tell myself that.

“Thank you,” I said a little more awkwardly than I intended.

She grinned.

So she knew what she was doing then?

“Come with me to the back?” she asked.

I glanced at the door that she pointed to.

She led the way, and I could hear the parents making disapproving noises.

It wasn’t like I was cutting in front of them.

Once the door was shut with us inside, Eileen let out a small squeal.

“I never would have imagined that it would be you,” she said.

The way she said it could have been received wrong.

If I didn’t know her, I would be insulted.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling just a little, “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

“I’d imagine more so,” she said, “You must have like a million questions.”

Well, sure I did.

I also knew that I wasn’t supposed to ask her those questions.

She grinned wide at me.

“So you and my brother, huh?” she nodded, “I’m actually happy for him.”

Wait, she was?

I didn’t know how to respond to that.

“He’s always been a little awkward,” she said, “Just ask him questions honestly, and he will respond accordingly.”

I nodded slowly.

“Eileen,” I said.

“What is it?”

“Have you heard of the special program for mates?” I asked.

The look on her face said that she did.

It also said that she wasn’t going to talk about it.

“Believe me when I say this,” she said, “I would love to talk to you about it, but I can’t.”

I figured as much.

“Is that something that they are talking to you about?” she asked.

I nodded, “I just don’t know much about it.”

“You want to know more before you decide to do it?”

I nodded again.

“Did you get a look at any of the paperwork?”

“I did,” I said, “But some of it scared me.”

She looked surprised that I even admitted that to her.

“Well,” she said, “There will be a lot of things that will sound scarier than they are. Especially when it comes to the programs.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “I feel like they try to test you.”

I suppose that made sense.

To see how badly we wanted to be there.

To see if we wanted to be with a Devil.

“You know,” she said as she leaned in closer to me, “They say that some humans feel a pull to their Devil as well.”

I made a face.

“Do you feel it too?” she asked.

“Do you have a mate?” I asked before I had the chance to really think about it.

She nodded, “I do.”

Why did that surprise me?

“I think I do,” I admitted, “But I’m not sure.”

“If you think you do,” she said, “Then you probably do.”

“It's just frustrating,” I admitted, “I want more time with him.”

“I can understand that,” she said, “Being away from them is painful, even for us.”

Wait, painful?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well,” she frowned, “It’s a little hard to explain, we all experience it differently.”

I nodded.

Was this really hurting him? Did it hurt more to be apart from me than it did to be close to me?

I wanted to know.

“I just felt sick,” she said, “When Brian and I were apart, I felt sick all the time.”

“Sick?” I asked.

“Like I was going to throw up any second.”

That sounded horrible, actually.

“Does Noah feel that way?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine quickly.

I felt a little like she was judging me.

“No,” she said, “He doesn’t feel sick.”

“But,” I hesitated, “But he does feel something when we’re apart?”

She nodded.

“Is it too much if I ask what he feels?” I asked her.

She smiled lightly, but it looked a little sad.

“He hasn’t really talked to me much about it,” she admitted, “But I do know that he hasn’t really been able to sleep.”

Was it really that painful?

Suddenly I felt terrible.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” Eileen said, “We’re trying to understand it just like you are.”

She knew more than I did, though. So her understanding would be better than mine.

I just wish I could talk to him.

I met her eyes again and the best, and probably the worst idea popped into my head.

“Eileen,” I said, “Could I ask a favor?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “What kind of favor?”

 -

Noah:

I didn’t think that it was possible to be any more pissed off at the Devil program than I already am.

Baird wouldn’t even tell me about it.

All he did was give me this bullshit line about my mate having to decide first.

I mean, of course, I knew that it was up to her.

Did that really mean that he couldn’t tell me anything about it?

I frowned.

I wish I didn’t have to work tonight.

More than anything, I think I needed a drink.

It would be nice to be a little numb right now.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have that luxury.

I was already covering for someone else tonight. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t call out.

A low growl startled me.

Did I just growl?

I got to my feet the second my alarm went off.

It didn’t do much to delay the inevitable, right?

If I was lucky, it would be a slow night tonight.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking.

I slid into the first pair of jeans I saw. Dark blue, a little snug.

I pulled a black long-sleeve shirt over my head.

Last, my black Converse shoes.

In a way, it was a good thing.

Going to work got me out of this fucking building.

Once I was ready, I headed to the club.

It usually took about twenty-five minutes to get there when I walked. It was good because sometimes I needed the time to calm myself down.

It snuck up on how quickly I actually made it.

I think I lost track of time while my mind wandered.

The dark maroon brick looked almost black as the sun went down.

I saw Randall first. He stood at the door, assessing who could or couldn’t enter the building.

He saw me and looked relieved.

“Hey,” I fist-bumped him.

“I thought Caleb was working tonight,” he said to me.

“He asked if I could cover,” I stated.

I didn’t even bother to lie. It was pointless.

“Is he alright?” Randall asked.

I shrugged, “He sounded fine.”

Randall looked to the side.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He smiled, but I could tell it was a forced one.

“I will be once I get some sleep,” he said.

I could understand that. I wanted to do the exact same thing. After quite a bit of drinking, that is.

“You don’t look so hot,” Randall said.

“Thanks, I guess,” I said playfully.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Randall said quickly.

The look on his face kind of made me feel bad for messing with him.

“It’s alright,” I said, “I don’t feel too hot.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, “Maybe we can call Miles, see if he can cover for you?”

I shook my head, “I’m already here.”

“Still,” he said, “You shouldn’t push yourself too hard.”

His concern only made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I knew Randall was a nice guy and all, but the rumors didn’t make me feel good about having his attention on me.

Maybe that was why Caleb called out.

“I’m going to head inside,” I said to Randall, “I’ll talk to you before you clock out.”

He nodded.

I made my way through the crowded dance floor. It was barely six, and there were already this many people here.

I guess I wasn’t the only one having a shitty day.

It took a minute, but I was able to get into the back room.

Margery stood there looking pissed off. This wasn’t new.

She always looked like that.

I’ve heard the term resting bitch face before, but I didn’t know what it meant until I met her.

“Noah,” she said, “I take it Caleb isn’t coming in tonight either?”

This was news to me. I only covered this shift.

“Fucking hell,” she frowned.

I take it there was something else going on.

I just didn’t care enough to ask.

“I have you at the door tomorrow, too,” she said, “Will you be able to make it?”

I nodded, “I have no reason not to.”

She looked surprised.

What? I never call out.

“Good,” she said, looking at the door behind me.

One of the bartenders stood there.

“What is it, Regina?” Margery asked.

She had her phone in her hand.

“It’s Caleb,” she said, “He wants to talk to you.”

Margery took the phone from her.

If I really wanted to, I could listen in on their conversation.

Regina cleared her throat, and it brought my attention to her.

She gestured with her head for me to follow her out.

Did I really care, though?

Shit, I did a little bit.

I glanced back at Margery before following Regina out of the room.

“Did you hear?” she asked as soon as the door shut behind us.

“Hear what?” I asked.

“You’re covering for him, and you didn’t even ask?” she gasped.

I usually didn’t ask.

It was how I got out of telling people my personal shit.

“He got the shit kicked out of him,” she said.

This was news to me.

“Okay.”

She looked at me, trying to figure out if I was serious or not.

“You really don’t care much about gossip, do you?”

I shrugged, “Not really.” She stared at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

Was she serious right now?

“A boyfriend?” she asked a little unsure.

My eyebrow arched at her question.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “I knew it!”

Hold on a minute…

“What?” I nearly hissed.

“I mean, I totally get it,” she said.

You know what, I didn’t give enough of a shit if she thought I was gay or not.

The more I thought about it, it would be funny to have Delaney come by.

It would be fun to fuck with them.

“Why are you asking?” I asked her.

Her cheeks burned red.

Why was I not surprised?

I mean, it was news to me. Though I didn’t care.

Shay was the only one I cared to think about liking me or not.

“Sorry,” I said, “I’m seeing someone right now.”

She nodded quickly before going back into the room.

Well, that was annoying.

I went onto my phone and clocked in.

There was no way I was going to let her make me late.

I made my way back outside.

Randall was on his phone texting.

“Hey,” he said once he saw me.

“You can clock out now,” I said, stopping next to him.

“Uh,” he said awkwardly, “Did Caleb say anything to you?”

“About what?” I asked.

His gaze went back to the device in his hands.

“Did he say anything about what happened the other night?”

Did I give off a vibe that invited people to share their personal shit with me today?

“He didn’t say anything.”

“You know,” Randall said, “It was my fault.”

I had to shut my eyes when I took a deep breath. I was tired.

The last thing I wanted to do was make other people feel better.

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

Wait, why was I even asking?

“I’m sure you’ve heard the others talking,” he said, “I’m not exactly hiding it.”

The fact that he was gay? I’m pretty sure everybody knew that.

“Caleb asked me out,” he said, “I guess some asshole heard him do it.”

That didn’t sound like it was his fault.

“If it happened here, I could have stopped it,” he confessed, “But I told Caleb I wasn’t ready to date anybody.”

“Randall,” I said, “Caleb is a grown man, he knew what he was doing.”

“But some asshole beat the fuck out of him for being gay.”

“You said you weren’t there,” I stated.

“Because I wasn’t,” he said, “But, Jenna was.”

I had to think who the fuck Jenna was again.

“Who?” I asked.

I couldn’t place the name.

“The new bartender,” he said like it was obvious, “That girl has been eyeing you hard.”

“Alright,” I said, “So what happened?”

“Oh,” he blushed, “I got off-topic.”

I stood there waiting for him to just spit it out.

Man, I didn’t like myself like this.

I felt like such an asshole.

“Well, it was this biker looking dude,” he said, “I guess he saw him later at that other club a few blocks over.”

That’s unfortunate.

“Jenna was meeting her friend Deidra for drinks,” he said, “She’s the bartender there.”

I only nodded.

Why did that name sound familiar?

Randall looked at me like he was confused.

“You’ve met her before, right?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I said, “The name sounds familiar.”

“Well, if you haven’t, then it might be because of Kevin,” he stated, “The guy that used to work here.”

Kevin was an asshole.

I caught him more than once, slipping his phone under skirts to take pictures.

“What about him?” I asked.

“He got fired for letting underage girls in,” Randall stated, “One of them just so happened to be Deidra’s little sister and her friend.”

I made a face.

“How young are we talking?”

“Just barely consenting age,” he said.

It was hard to keep track. I know the age of consent was different depending on where you lived, but I wasn’t sure what the age was here.

“Which is?” I asked, “How old again?”

Randall made a face at me, “Are you secretly a pervert?”

I frowned, “I don’t know what age you mean.”

His eyebrow arched at me.

“Don’t give me that look,” I said, “I don’t know what the consenting age is here.”

“Is it true that you don’t go out with anybody?” he asked.

Why was he changing the subject?

“Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know much about you,” he admitted, “And I was curious.”

“I don’t typically date,” I stated, “Now answer my question.”

“Eighteen,” he said, “We should talk more.”

“Isn’t your shift over?” I asked.

He glanced around.

“I can hang out for a bit longer,” he said, “Keep you company for a little while.”

“It’s your time,” I stated.

He grinned.

He stood behind me and just talked away. I think he stood there talking about random shit for an hour before he asked me another personal question.

“Are you gay?” he asked.

I wanted to sigh. Like a super over-exaggerated one.

Instead, I settled with just looking at him.

“Regina said I might have a chance,” he said.

Man, this dude was staring at me hard.

“I already told Regina,” I said, “I’m seeing somebody.”

“A man or a woman?” he asked.

He really wanted to know, didn’t he?

“Randall,” I said, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The look on his face changed. He looked embarrassed, and I almost felt bad about it.

I definitely had to see if Delaney was up for helping me fuck with my coworkers.

“I told Caleb I wasn’t really looking to date,” Randall said, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do other things.”

My eyes went to him again.

If I was gay, I would probably go for Randall.

He’s not a bad looking guy.

Well, that and because if what I am.

“Randall,” I said, “I’m sorry.”

He held his hands up quickly, “I was just saying.”

He wasn’t, but I nodded anyway.

“I guess I should head home,” Randall said.

“Have a good night,” I said.

He nodded quickly before walking away.

Shit. The last thing I needed was more attention on me.

I sighed before seeing a group of girls walk up to the small line.

Can this night be over already?

My phone went off, and I really wasn’t sure if I could handle any more crap tonight.

The name I saw surprised me.

From: Eileen – ‘Guess who has a surprise for you?’

A surprise?

I felt a flutter in my stomach.

To: Eileen – ‘What kind of surprise?’

I wanted to know.

Did it have to do with Shay?

From: Eileen – ‘It wouldn’t really be a surprise if I told you.’

To: Eileen – ‘Then why bring it up at all?’

It had me a little frustrated.

It only proved that it had something to do with Shay.

From: Eileen – ‘Come find me when you get off work.’

I felt my heart hammering in my chest.

I wonder what it could possibly be.

Part of me didn’t want to wait to find out.

Fuck.

I want to know what it is.

[dreamhimcloser]

7 Stages Of What You Call The Person You're Dating

Inspired by this boldly video.

Word count: 2,750. Genre: exclusively humor, fluff and a light will to bury yourself in the ground for being too embarrassing.

“So,” Joy took a seat you didn’t offer besides you, the cup she was holding in her hands releasing a cinnamon-y smell into the air. “Who’s that?”

Your hand itched to press the button that would shut your computer screen off and get the picture of Namjoon away from your friend’s eyes.

“Just… Someone I know.”

“Someone you know?” The tone and rising of her left eyebrow showed you just how much Joy wasn’t buying whatever you were trying to sell.

“Yeah, someone I know,” You leaned back in your seat, hopefully appearing enough laid back about this. “I’m allowed to know people outside of work, you know.”

“I know,” Joy’s hand wrapped around the mouse and you felt highly uncomfortable as she clicked through Namjoon’s picture, looking at him from every angle she was able to. “You’re allowed to know hot men outside of work, that is very correct.”

You groaned and took the cup from her hand. Joy didn’t even try to stop you, instead she pulled her chair closer to your desk. “Stop making noises, look at what a nice piece of ass you found.”

You willed yourself to ignore the whistle sound Joy made when the next picture appeared on the screen, taken from behind Namjoon to show off his shoulders and, well, ass.

“How do you know him?” Joy leaned her chin on her hand. She didn’t look at you once since she started looking at pictures of Namjoon, and until she spoke up you wondered if she even remembered that you were there.

“You know, from around,” You downed the last of her drink before setting the cup down. “Sometimes you just… know people.”

“I wish I could just sometimes know this kind of people,” Joy sighed and when the last picture didn’t change, she switched to web view just to start looking at the pictures again from the top. “I’d be doing a lot more then discreetly checking pictures of him at work if I did.”

You pressed your lips together as you eyed the pictures passing across the skin. Joy wasn’t lying, Namjoon looked crazy good.

“What’re you doing this weekend?” Wendy asked, her lips soon wrap around the straw of her drink.

You weren’t much of a drinker, but something about girls’ night out with a couple of cute drinks and some juicy gossip sat really well with you right before a weekend. You felt really comfortable around both Wendy and Joy too, so the conversation was good and helped you loosen up from every tiring week you had to go through at work.

You could feel Joy’s eyes on you, she already knew about your plans to see Namjoon this weekend. It was her fault anyways, after she got tired of looking at his pictures she started pestering you about wanting to hear his voice. The moment he answered the phone she draw big letters across your memo pad like she was silently yelling at you to suggest doing something in the weekend.

You lost your nerve after he told you about his day voluntarily and actually did what Joy aggressively suggested you’d do.

“I have a date with Grape Nerd,” You answered, feeling sort of like you lost when you heard Joy squealing besides you.

“We call him that because he has purple hair and he takes some hardcore math-history classes,” Joy filled the gap, watching with excited eyes as Wendy took in her information with a nod.

“Weren’t you dating fish necktie though?” Wendy’s eyes were on you even though it was so useless, Joy would jump in to speak before you could even string together a sentence anyways.

“Too childish, now Y/N has found herself a man,” Joy bit into her lip as she made an animalistic sound you didn’t know how to react to. “And what a man it is! Show her the picture.”

She started annoyingly poking your shoulder and you gave into her once again, pulling your phone out to show her the pictures. Joy snatched the phone right from your hand and leaned into Wendy to zoom in and out of every picture like she was showing her the highlights of poor Namjoon’s body.

You sort of felt ashamed of seeing this kind of behavior directed at someone who seemed like a really nice guy so far. Also, Grape Nerd was another concern to you. You were big on giving people nicknames because remembering names was kind of hard for you in the beginning, you never felt bad about narrowing the men you met down to a word or two but something about Namjoon just felt like… He deserved more than two words.

You suggested it out loud and regretted it almost immediately when Wendy decided his new nickname shall be Yum Butt Grape Nerd.

It didn’t make you feel any better.

Dates with Namjoon were fun.

He was always considerate of both your interests and his, and he always found fun things to do that you’d both liked. He took you to a poet museum once, the kind that takes inspiration from poems and pasters them all over the walls. You were awfully skeptical about it, but when you were actually there and Namjoon’s deep voice spoke stories into your ears, you couldn’t help but feel it. Namjoon’s enthusiasm grew on you and your interest in what else he had to say grew with each room you passed.

After the museum came a dinner at this place you spoke maybe a word about in the past, but Namjoon being Namjoon, he remembered and made sure you’ll visit it together. The food was just as good as recommended, but you had to be fair and say that the best part was the company.

The air outside was a bit chiller than what you prepared yourself to, and Namjoon solved your problem wordlessly and efficiently as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders. The wind got to your exposed skin less now and even though you held hands with him maybe once before, you felt comfortable to walk alongside him, tucked into his side.

It got a lot less comfortable when you spotted your coworker walking in your direction, his eyes just about to leave his phone –

“Hey, Jimin!” You greeting came out louder than you intended, but that was just the nerves. Your arm shot out to throw Namjoon’s from your shoulders, your legs taking you a step sideways and away from him quicker than you intended. You lost your balance just a little bit but caught yourself on Jimin’s arm as he leaned in to hug you.

Jimin smiled so lightly at you and you felt like one of those cartoons, like you broke into heavy sweat and it might pool at your feet. You ran the back of your hand against your forehead just to make sure it lacked the sweat drops you felt gathering there, “How are you?”

“I’m great, thank yo – “

Before he could finish replying to the first question you felt yourself already pushing the next one, another wave of heat from embarrassment washing over you. “How was your weekend abroad with Taehyung?”

You could barely hear Jimin’s answer over the pounding in your ears, but you could feel Namjoon’s confusion and slight uncomfortableness as he awkwardly stood beside you clear as day.

“Who’s this?” Jimin bowed his head politely and the taller man by your side, a gesture Namjoon returned.

“T-This is my, ugh, my,” Your tongue felt heavy as you tried every hard to make it seem like you’re looking at Namjoon when actually that’s the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m Namjoon,” His deep voice cut off your horrible attempt at speaking, his hand coming out to shake Jimin’s.

“Right!”

Wrong. This moment is going to sting for a while, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. You made a bolded mental note to pay Namjoon back for having to go through it. You wasn’t even sure why you acted this way to begin with, it wasn’t like Namjoon was someone you were ashamed of.

You prayed he’d believe it when you’d tell him that exact thought later tonight.

You had very high and reasonable suspicion to believe Wendy and Joy woke up with the unexplained will to torture you. You knew they’d pester you about the date you had with Namjoon yesterday like they do every time. They always dig into it a little bit just to the point it made you the right amount of uncomfortable before they’re satisfied. You didn’t expect them to do it next to Jimin like they already knew what kind of terrible act he witnessed that one time he caught you in the middle of a date.

“By the way, Y/N, who was that guy you were hanging out with?” Jimin’s back was turned on the three of you, so he missed the comically widened eyes. Maybe he heard the smack of Wendy’s hand against your shoulder though.

“You know, just a guy that I,” You paused, leaning away from your friends to maybe avoid getting hit, “Hang out with.”

You barely dodged Joy’s flick.

“Hanging out with?” Jimin threw a raised eyebrow above his shoulder.

You wrinkled your nose at his obvious lack of help. “You know, a man that I see.”

“Romantically,” Joy emphasized her words with a wiggle of her eyebrows that made you want to be the violent one this time.

“Oh wow, a boyfriend?” Jimin’s hands closed around his cup as he hurried to take a seat at the desk, eyes shining with endless joy at unexpected gossip.

You started shaking your head, but Wendy’s loud voice swallowed whatever you decided to mumble as a response. “He sleeps at her house four times a week – “

“ – and sometimes on weekends – “

You clamped both hands on your friends’ mouth before giving Jimin an awkward smile, “We haven’t put a label on it yet.”

“But he is your boyfriend, right?”

Joy lowered your hand from her mouth and Wendy mimicked the action, but neither said anything. Three pairs of eyes looked at you and you wondered if this feeling you have in your chest is what stage fright feels like. “Yes, we’re dating,” You gestured wildly with your hands. “But what’s a title, really. You know.”

Jimin made a small sound, eyes watching you like he’s laughing at you as he took a sip from his coffee. He definitely didn’t know what you meant, but could see through the cracks of your nervousness.

You felt like Namjoon could smell the question you refused to voice in the air. You met each other in this warm and cozy café he went to when he needed inspiration to write, you actually walked in on him writing but he immediately shut his computer and focused solely on you the moment he saw you.

“You look like you have a question to ask,” He tilted his head as he watched you.

You thumbed the handle of the cup in front of you, which you finished almost in one chug.

The truth was you did have something to ask. There’s this party your office decided on throwing, and Wendy and Joy spent the last couple of days just nagging and pestering and making your time in the office almost impossible with their will to meet Namjoon.

When Jimin started joining them you felt like you could scream from the rooftops and it won’t help lessen your frustration. You could ask him to the party, he’s most likely to say yes since it’s been a while for you guys and you already feel like a couple even though you never declared it.

If made sense that your friends will finally meet him and it made sense for you to ask him to come with you. Everything made perfect sense and felt absolutely natural and you couldn’t push the question past your lips.

You felt the tip of his fingers brush against the hand you laid on the table to pull you out of your thoughts. You smiled at him, nervously at first until he returned it and you felt safer. Safe enough to maybe actually ask him this time around.

“My office is throwing this party, and – “ You shook your head lightly, squaring your shoulders in preparation. “I was wondering if you’d want to come with me.”

“Of course,” Namjoon’s words were soothing, and you let out the air you didn’t realize you were holding when you waited for his answer. “It sounds amazing.”

You smiled widely, shyly looking down when his touch against your hand progressed to him actually holding it. You gave him your hand willingly. “Wonderful.”

“Ah,” His deep voice dropped a little deeper when he dragged out the sound, centering your attention on his face once again. “Just, what will I be going as?”

Just like that the nervousness came back, crashing into you with a heat wave that very vividly flushed your cheeks. “Ah, my plus one?”

Namjoon ducked his head, a chuckle leaving him. He still looked amused which you took as a good sign, but you felt your eyebrows frowning. You wondered if Namjoon knows you well enough to read through this situation to what you really mean, instead of what your words wrongly implied.

“I was hoping to come as, you know, your boyfriend.”

The heat became worse with that simple sentence but this time, it was a good heat. You felt excited at hearing this word you thought and pondered about so much, finally spoken and not from your own lips. The look Namjoon gave you was almost worried and you suddenly realized he put himself on the line here, in a way you were too afraid to for the last couple of months. “You can. Most definitely yes you can.”

The worried look on his face quickly transformed into pure happiness, almost glowing as he lifted your hand to press two soft kisses against your knuckles.

“So, I’m meeting Namjoon’s parents this weekend,” You said absolutely nonchalantly in the high hopes that Joy would flip out.

You weren’t disappointed. “Oh my god, are you serious? I can’t believe you reached that point and you didn’t tell me about it! Me, who rooted for you from day minus five – “

“Who’s parents?”

You turned your head to find Jimin leaning against the buffer of your cubicle. “My boyfriend’s.”

Joy squealed a little too high in your ear, making you wince. “Her boyfriend!” She said in a tight voice, small noises following to make Jimin chuckle on your other side.

“Glad to hear you finally have a boyfriend,” Jimin nudged your shoulder with a fist, a wide smile decorating his pretty face. “We were starting to get worried about you and Yum Butt Grape Nerd, but there you go, finally we can shorten that to boyfriend.”

You had a little feeling Wendy would still keep calling him that, just because she was so proud of the nickname she came up with. Nonetheless, you couldn’t be happier that boyfriend finally came to cover for that embarrassment.

You stretched your body in Namjoon’s hold, raising your arms high with your back slightly arched away from him. It was a quiet Sunday, the first one in your new, shared home. Namjoon moved his chest forward to still touch your back and you chuckled at his chance of touch even though you’ll rest right back against him once your body felt a little less stiff.

“Namjoon,” You watched your boyfriend move his attention from the television to look at you, curious at why you spoke his name. You felt a little honored as the drama Namjoon’s been addicted to kept playing on the television in front of you, but Namjoon’s eyes remained on you.

“You know what you are?”

As always, he humored you, “What?”

“My cutie bear.”

Namjoon’s dimples flashed at you through his smile as he responded, “Yeah? Well, you’re my Lilliput.”

“Did you just call me short?”

“Yup,” Namjoon didn’t sound sorry at all, his eyes returning to the television.

“Still adorable.”

Bonus

“Ew, Y/N, stop giggling at texts from Yum Butt Grape Nerd.”

“Wow Wendy, it’s been a year and his name is Namjoon.”

“How in the world do you expect me to remember that?” Wendy cheekily raised her eyebrows as she wrapped her lips back around her straw.

[kisuminight]

c!Purpled's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day part 2 (wherein he loses c!Punz a second time)

So after a month and a half of trying to corner Purpled to talk to him, c!Sapnap finally gets some results. Purpled approaches him of his own volition, even, and asks if they can talk.

Of course they can talk. Not here, though. Not is Los Nevadas where they're constantly being watched even when they feel alone. Sapnap loves c!Quackity, but he's also overheard one of the times when c!Slimecicle was reporting to him about Karl. And they've just had a fight recently. So Sapnap doesn't really want to risk the one chance he has to finally get something right for once.

Purpled seems surprised that Sapnap doesn't want to have their conversation in Los Nevadas, and even a little... pleased? Maybe Sapnap's wrong--Purpled is hard to read and also a bit mercurial in the way all teenagers tend to be. He says that he knows a place, and asks Sapnap to meet him on the edge of Los Nevadas in about 20 minutes.

Okay, go time. Sapnap switches Punz's core crystal from his enderchest into his hotbar, and heads out to find Purpled's meeting spot. From there, Purpled directs them both out into the desert a ways.

They stop at a small platform made of sand. There's a one-block wall of three terracotta blocks in a row, and a single block of sand in the center that Purpled breaks to reveal a trap door. A secret base? But the platform and the wall, the way it's built up away from the rest of Las Nevadas artificial desert--it reminds Sapnap of a stage.

But they're alone here; the walk would have revealed Slime if he was following them. So it's safe to talk, even if they aren't in whatever Purpled's secret base is, just yet.

Sapnap climbs onto the platform and approaches Purpled. He's got his back facing to Sapnap, and seems to be fiddling with some mechanism attached to the trap door. "So, about Punz...."

And that's when Purpled whips around and tosses two splash potions right into Sapnap. Sapnap stumbles back, feels the way the heavy press of Weakness drags his body out of position, the stagger from bones grown too-heavy winds him and chokes off the rest of his sentence. Attempting to correct feels like wading through honey, Slow and sticky and resistant.

"Of course you know all about Punz," Purpled hisses, and goes at Sapnap with a sword. Sapnap only barely manages to swap his own sword out of inventory to try and counter. "Come to gloat?"

Oh, he thinks that I'm going to blackmail him with Punz's core crystal.

"Wait! I came to--" but Purpled is pushing Sapnap too hard; the weakness potion combined with Purpled's own skill cutting off all attempts at conversation. Purpled is controlling the flow of battle. He swings out around Sapanp, forcing him to pivot, and then begins to force Sapnap back towards the trap door. An actual trap then, and not a secret base.

But even though Purpled could be doing a lot of damage, he's not. Sapnap is Slow and Weak and he's not even wearing armor. Purpled has a Netherite sword (it's Punz's sword, the one Sapnap watched him painstakingly remake after Doomsday. The one that Punz didn't drop, when he returned to his core crystal) and he's a good fighter (he fights like Punz did). Sapnap isn't dead because Purpled doesn't want him dead. He's barely even burned, because Purpled clearly has a tight control of the Flame Aspect II enchantment, enough to leave scorching lines without outright setting Sapnap on fire.

So Sapnap takes a chance.

"Wait!" Sapnap staggers back from the next sword blow without even trying to dodge or block. His sword is out of his hands as he switches hotbar inventory slots. An indigo core crystal replaces it.

Purpled's expression goes from anger to pure, boiling fury in an instant. "Drop him. Drop him right now!" Purpled lunges. He hasn't put his sword away yet, and it's leading point-first, tip headed straight towards Sapnap's heart.

Sapnap takes another step back, feels the footing change from sand to the wood of the trap door. Hears the pop of lava underneath, and the soft "click" as something gives. One moment he's fine, and the next he's off balance, empty air where solid footing had been. Sapnap drops the core crystal. Worried that it might fall into the lava, too, he fumbles to catch it.

There's a hand in his, and then Punz is hauling Sapnap back onto the sand. He looks almost the same, except he's missing his usual hoodie. The aether lines flicker down his arms, bright and pulsing.

Purpled screams wordless grief.

"Sapnap!" Quackity is there, with a crossbow and Slimecicle and then Punz is moving.

~

Purpled is not having a good day. At first, it seems like his plan is working fine. But it turns out the reason Sapnap wants to talk to him is about Punz, Punz who is lost who-knows-where out in the wilderness of the server, Punz who is probably already in the Eggpire's hands, and Purpled feels his whole mood sour.

It doesn't help that Sapnap is clearly trying to talk him out of this. Wait? Sapnap's not his friend. And he's done enough waiting--Quackity will get what's coming to him and when he does, Purpled might consider the debt books to be balanced.

Not likely. After all, in addition to getting Purpled killed and getting Punz lost, Quackity never bothered to pay Purpled's mission fee and isn't paying enough now, for Purpled's presence in Los Nevadas. If Purpled wasn't here for revenge, he'd have left long ago.

And then it's Punz's core crystal in Sapnap's hands, like Sapnap if fucking taunting him, and Sapnap didn't fucking listen and the fucking trapdoor gives way and--

And Punz is there. But Purpled doesn't feel any different.

Quackity's caught up to them, a bit ahead of schedule, with his pet Blade at his heels, as if Blades weren't their own fucking people. And Purpled may have started this while the sun was blazing hot with not a cloud in the sky (can't do damage as a lightning Blade if there's no storm to Channel, can you?), but Quackity has a crossbow and his aim isn't actually terrible.

There's an arm around Purpled's shoulders, and Purpled leans into the motion into the touch and grab and move the way he's done since he was small, and this little trick ended with him balanced on Punz's hip instead of deposited gently behind him as he cut the arrow out of the air.

"That's enough," says Punz, as if he didn't just perform one of the moves he's been using to protect Purpled just the same as he did a decade ago.

But Punz stopped being Purpled's Blade the moment he died. Purpled is still cold, a yawning absence in his heart.

"No one is fighting anyone," Punz says, in the tone that sounds reasonable but means he's angry and about a step back and to the side from resorting to magic to end the conversation.

The conversation that Purpled missed. Is missing. Its unprofessional, and Punz is going to scold him the second they're alone again.

He won't. Because "alone" is no longer Purpled-and-Punz. He's just Purpled, and Punz is out of his reach.

Purpled has played Bedwars enough that the towering is instinctual. He knows how to speed bridge, but the ender pearls in his inventory are a much safer alternative. After all, Purpled knows better than anyone exactly how dangerous Punz is, how quick to react and the lengths of his range.

The harming potion in his hotbar is almost an accusation. But they're brewed for Players, not Blades. Just one won't be enough to beat a Blade's regen. And even if he tossed it at Sapnap, new Blades are protective.

Punz would block it, and go down screaming (did he scream, when the Resonance snapped? The way Purpled did, before the UFO went to pieces around him, and him with it?) and come back mad enough to shred his enemy (what would that protectiveness look like, on the other side of Punz's gaze? Purpled can only imagine it as he always sees it, staring at the way Punz's shoulders set into a positional that heralds lethal anticipation).

So this time it failed. So what. It was fine. Purpled would just need to think of a different plan.

[hazel-wolfpuppygirly]

Hazel and Elena - A New Big Sister

Hazel was exhausted, tired, sleepy, and sore. Her breathing was ragged and uneven from walking so much without rest. She’d been walking for hours, and it was now night and pitch-black outside, hard to see but her sense of smell helped her find her way about. The darkness terrified her, but she wanted to find her way of it, so she kept going. She was in a forest, trying to find her way out of it, but she was lost. She was so hungry; her feet were so sore and hurt with every step. Her head hurt so much. Her focus flickered when she felt the pain on her wrist, which ached. After her father had drawn wolfsbane across her wrists a day before she’d run away, they had never healed fully. She still had red marks on her wrists. It hurt a lot, though sometimes she managed to take her mind off it. Why aren’t they healing yet? Hazel thought desperately. Being a werewolf, wounds were supposed to heal quickly, but they didn’t for her. She still had bruises on her arms, a lot on her back, and one on her right cheek. She also had a painful bruise around her right eye. Her father had hit her in the face a few days earlier, and it was purple and blackish. It hurt every time she blinked. She flicked her long brown wavy hair out of her sore eyes. Why did my parents hit me so much? I never did anything to make them angry…they just were always mad at me for something… The bracelets she wore clanked with every weak step she took.

Hazel’s bracelets weren’t ordinary bracelets as they were very special. A witch had made her silver bracelets that kept her as herself when she became a wolf during the full moon. Her transformation was painless with the bracelets. What the witch told me was so scary…she said if I’d gone through the actual transformation like other werewolves at ten years old, the shock of it would have killed me…she said my body wouldn’t be able to handle going through that. She said she had to make these bracelets for me because without them, I’d die… Just thinking of that made Hazel frightened, and the witch had also told her never to take the bracelets off, as the spell on them would stop working if they were removed, and not work again even if she put them on again.

The witch had warned her that because the bracelets allowed her control and took away the anger and aggression that most werewolves had, she’d never be as strong as other werewolves. Maybe that was why her healing was so slow.

Sometimes Hazel was hit by dizzy spells where she felt weak and tired. Her head would hurt so much and on a few occasions she’d passed out. The witch had explained to her this would happen, particularly near the full moon. According to the witch, she’d awakened the werewolf curse as a result of the abuse, pain, and fear she’d been going through at home. The witch had appeared shortly after she’d awakened the curse before her first full moon. The witch had given her the bracelets and left. Why she had left so suddenly without giving her more help, Hazel had no idea. She might not have stayed…but she did save my life…

Hazel whimpered fearfully, looking around her, nothing but darkness surrounding her. What could she do? She was too different surely, to try and live with normal people? Her parent’s hatred of her had seemed to increase when she’d become a werewolf. She’d learned as he’d ranted her father had family members who had become werewolves. He hated them. Even though he was a werewolf himself, a lot longer than me. I don’t understand it.

She’d been hoping to find another werewolf, but so far, she hadn’t found any or smelt any. She had smelt plenty of vampires though in the few days she’d been on her own. Hazel had been far too nervous to approach any of the vampires she’d noticed. What if the stories of vampires and werewolves hating each other were true? The full moon part was right after all. Not to mention the vampires were all adults she’d seen. She didn’t feel to comfortable with many adults, she found, after her bad life with her parents. She’d love for an adult to care for her and love her…but she didn’t know if it would ever be possible for her. But it was what she wanted more than anything in the world.

In truth, a part of her loved being a werewolf. She had had the courage to finally leave her home, run away from the parents who hurt her. And she had experienced two full moons already. She’d been locked in a basement both times because of her parents, but she’d still been herself. The only horrible part was the fever she got both times before the full moon, which lasted until she turned the night of that day. She still didn’t understand why her parents had hurt her the way they had…but thinking about it made her want to cry, so she pushed the thoughts from her mind.

As she kept walking, her eyes widened when she caught the sight of a very big house, surrounded by trees. There was nothing else in sight. She gave the air the sniff. She couldn’t catch any scents because the wind was blowing toward the house. Should I just go past it? All Hazel knew was that her feet ached and her wrists ached and she just wanted somewhere to rest. If someone lived there, would they help me? What am I thinking? Of course not…I should just go by it…

She took a few more steps and tripped, and gave a cry of pain when she twisted her ankle. She tried to get back up but it hurt too much. That on top of everything else was what made the tears start to fall. She slumped to the ground, crying as the tears fell. Her head hurt so much and she didn’t have the strength to push herself up. What am I supposed to do? I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m a werewolf and no one would want me; my parents didn’t. Where do I go? I don’t want to be alone anymore but what am I supposed to do? Hazel lay on her side against the cool grass, unable to stop the tears. Why did my parents hurt me? Why did they hate me? I’m their daughter they’re supposed to love me…but they didn’t and I didn’t want them to hurt me anymore. But now what do I do? Her whole body ached, and now she couldn’t even walk and didn’t know when she’d be able too. She’d have no choice but to just sleep here. As Hazel closed her eyes, she felt rain hit her cheek. It’s raining too now? As fast as it had started she heard the rumbling of thunder and rain was pouring from the sky, soaking her. The flashes of lightning and thunder scared her each time, and she whimpered and then coughed from the rain, which was ice-cold on her skin. She wanted to get away from it, but there was nowhere for her to go. She gave a faint sob, as the rain continued to soak her completely. She wished she wasn’t alone. She wished someone would be there for her. But she didn’t have anyone…She was alone.

Elena got off the couch of the Gilbert house. She had to go see Damon he left so quickly earlier not even a good bye. She slid on her shoes and walked outside. It had just started to rain. No not rain, pour outside. Elena ran to her SUV so she wouldn’t get as wet. She started the car pulled out of the drive and started on the way to the Salvatore boarding house. When Elena got to the boarding house Elena began walking toward the door when she heard whimpering. She followed it not knowing what else to do. That’s when she saw a little girl lieing on the floor. Bruises everywhere even her face, her wrists were red as if a vampire had vervain on them and her ankle was turning a purplish color. Elena’s hands went to her face at the sight she ran over to the girl and knelt next to her. “Do you need help? Where are your parents? I want to help you.” Elena was hoping she was able to anwser her questions. But she looked like she was in pain in so much pain.

Hazel caught the scent of someone near her, and suddenly she heard someone speaking to her, asking if she needed help and where were her parents. The sound of the girl’s voice was soothing and helped Hazel feel more calm in spite of the pain she was feeling. She struggled to try and answer the girl’s questions.

“My p-parents…they h-hurt me a lot…” She tried to say more but coughed a few times, cold and shivery because of the rain. She was feeling dizzy and couldn’t push herself up. She closed her eyes again, wanting to say more but she couldn’t. She just lay there, breathing weakly and feeling so tired.

Elena felt terrible that her parents hurt her. “Damon is going to kill me for this.” She whispered to herself. She picked the crying little girl up into her arms. “Come on you have to go inside.” Elena walked into the boarding house. She put the little girl on the couch. She screamed, “Damon! Damon! Damn he’s not here.” She went over to the little girl on the couch, “are you hungry? Or do you want me to find some sort of dry clothes for you to wear. I need to wait for my friend to come but, you can stay here. I’m sure he’ll be fine with you being here atleast for now with coinvincing.”

Hazel blinked up with sore eyes as she looked at girl who had carried her in. She was frightened, but the girl was speaking gently to her, asking her if she was hungry and wanted any dry clothes. She mentioned something about her friend and Hazel tensed when she caught the vampire scent all over the room. She was scared. She doesn’t know what I am, does she?  Before she could answer the girl’s questions she ended up coughing, a sore feeling in her throat. She was soaked, and she said in a tired voice, “My c-clothes are all w-wet, I’m c-cold…” She wanted to ask for dry clothes but she was feeling shy and unsure. She wanted to believe she was safe, but she was still so scared and tense feeling.

Elena thought about what she could possibly bring the poor little girl to wear. She decided on getting one of Damon’s long button down shirts that would probably be a dress on the girl. “I’ll be right back I’m going to get you a shirt and a blanket.” She could hear the poor girl coughing from Damon’s room. She went to his closet and grabbed a shirt. Then she went to the linen closet in the hallway and grabbed a thick blanket. She came down stairs quickly. “Here.” She said handing her the shirt. “You can put that on while I make you something to eat. Pasta Alfredo good for you?” She looked at the little girl thinking if she forgot anything. “Oh yes,” She held out her hand and said, “I am Elena Gilbert.”

“Thank you,” said Hazel softly, “F-for the clothes. You don’t have to make me anything to eat.” The moment she said it her stomach rumbled hungrily, and she blinked with embarrassment. She wasn’t used to people being so nice to her. She couldn’t believe she’d gone from running away from home and now suddenly in someone else’s house. A house that smelled strongly of vampire but she tried to hide her fear, telling herself it would be okay. She looked up at the girl, and then hesitantly took the girl’s hand. “I’m H-Hazel,” She stammered. She stammered a lot sometimes when she talked, when she was feeling nervous. Hazel turned around then, taking off her wet shirt, hoping the girl didn’t see her back, which also was covered in bruises before quickly putting it on. It was huge for her, and she noticed a vampire scent it, but hoped maybe that would just hide her werewolf scent a little.

”You seem hungry it’s no problem.” She said with a smile hearing her tummy growl. When Hazel had taken Elena’s hand she noticed the bracelet and it had the same blue stone as Damon’s ring. ‘Was this little girl a vampire?’ She didn’t want to ask her and then she not be a vampire and think she was simply insane. “That’s a pretty name Hazel.” When Hazel turned to put on Damon’s over sized shirt she saw the bruises on her back. ‘What could this little girl have done to hurt her so much?’ Elena didn’t say anything about the bruises all over she didn’t want the memories to frighten her. “Well, I am going to go make us some pasta. If you need anything or have a question just say something alright. I’ll be right through that doorway. But don’t stand your ankle looks very painful.” Elena started walking towards the kitchen. “Feel free to take a nap if you’d like.” She continued into the kitchen getting the ingredients and supplies she would need for the pasta.

“Thanks,” Hazel spoke very softly, “I’m glad you think it’s pretty.” She liked her name, and was often surprised her parents would pick such a nice name but treat her so horribly. “Thank you,” Hazel managed the first real smile she’d had in awhile when Elena told her she was going to make some pasta and that if she needed anything she could say something. She wasn’t used to someone being so nice, but she liked the feeling of being taken cared off. She nodded and nestled herself into the couch. She was exhausted. Now that she was wearing a warm dry shirt and under a warm blanket, she tiredly closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

Elena finished the pasta quickly so that Hazel could eat something. Elena put the pasta into two different plates and grabbed two forks. She walked into the living room to see that Hazel had fallen asleep. She smiled at her and placed the plates on the table. Elena quietly walked into the kitchen she needed to tell Damon there might be a young vampire in the house. She picked up her cell phone and typed in Damon’s phone number, “Pick up… Pick up…” When she got to leave a message she sent in a quiet whisper, “Damon I think that there is a vampire young vampire in the house. She’s hurt. She has the lapiz lazuli stone that’s in your ring on her bracelet. Come over to the boarding house when you get the message.”

A little while later, Hazel woke up. She didn’t know how long she’d been sleeping, but she smelt the delicious scent of pasta and she raised her head, seeing the plates on the table. Her mouth practically watered from the smell of it. She moved herself up a little, and moved out her arm to take the plate without having to get off the couch, as she didn’t want to walk on her sore ankle. She took a bite, and couldn’t believe how good it tasted. She looked around for Elena, guessing she had to be in another room. She might not have known Elena, but she was beginning to feel safe, and that everything was really going to be okay.

Elena walked back into the room and smiled. She saw Hazel already digging into her pasta. She sat in the arm chair grabbing the other plate of pasta she took a fork full and chewed. Once she swallowed she looked at Hazel and smiled. “How old are you Hazel?” She asked trying to make a conversation with the poor little girl.

“I’m ten,” Hazel told her quietly, “Turning eleven in a few weeks…” She looked down at her food for a moment. They never celebrated her birthday at home, so it wasn’t really special for her. She took another bite out of the pasta and said, “This is really good. Thanks s-so much. I was really hungry.”

“That’s exciting!” She said with a smile, “What day do you turn eleven?” Elena knew that if the little girl stayed long enough that they would definitely throw her a birthday party. By the sounds of her life she had probably never had a birthday party. “It’s no problem. If you’d like I could teach you how to make it it really is quite an easy recipe and even easier preparation. Incase you ever need to make some sort of food for yourself.”

“Friday,” Hazel told her, “Two fridays from now I’m turning eleven.” It surprised her when Elena said it was exciting. “My parents never celebrated my birthday…” She admitted sadly. But she smiled a little at Elena’s words. “I’d like that,” she said, “I’d like to learn how to make things for if I’m hungry.” Elena seemed like a really, really nice person and Hazel would like to learn from her. She had no idea if she’d be able to stay here long, or what was going to happen, but she hoped so. Elena was so nice and she didn’t want to ever have to go back home to her parents.

Elena put that date in her phone incase she would need it. “That’s terrible.” She placed her almost empty plate on the coffee table. “Sounds great I could teach you whenever you like.” Elena said with a smile. This little girl seemed so sweet and polite. She didn’t understand how anyone could hurt such a sweet, defenseless little girl. “Well, what would you like for desert? I think Damon may have ice cream if you’d like. She didn’t care how long she stayed. Elena liked this little girl she was so cute!

Hazel nodded when Elena said it was terrible her parents didn’t celebrate her birthday. It was, and she had always wanted too. “Thanks,” Hazel said, “I’d like to learn one time…” She wanted to know more about how to cook for herself for sure one time. She blinked in surprise when Elena suggested ice-cream. “R-really? You have ice-cream? I can h-have some?” She was shocked and yet excited. She was still feeling a little hungry, and ice-cream was always so good. “Your being so nice to me,” Hazel commented with a little smile. She liked the feeling of knowing someone cared.

”Yeah, of course you can have some.” Elena got up from her chair. She stood up and smiled at her words. “Of course I’m nice to you. You seem like a very sweet girl. I’m nice to nice people Hazel.” She walked into the kitchen and put two scoops of ice cream in two bowls. She walked in with the two bowls of ice cream. She handed one of the two ice cream bowls to Hazel and smiled.

“T-thank you,” said Hazel, barely believing the kindness of this girl. “I’ve always tried my best to be nice…but my parents were never nice to me…” She lowered her head for a moment, not touching her ice-cream, but shook the thoughts from her mind. She didn’t want to think about them right now. “This is really good,” she told Elena, as she ate her ice-cream. “Your so nice to me,” Hazel told her, with a smile. “I feel safe with you.” She didn’t feel so scared anymore. She wasn’t alone, and this girl seemed to really want to help her.

Elena frowned, “Oh that’s terrible. You don’t have to go back to them if you don’t want to. You can stay here. This house is giant. There are like eight bedrooms in this house and six of them no one stay in. I’m sure my friend wouldn’t mind.” Elena smiled at Hazel saying she was enjoying the ice-cream. “I’m glad you like it.” She said with a sweet smile. Elena smiled even bigger this time, “I’m glad you feel safe. You should feel safe I won’t hurt you.”

“Really?” Hazel gasped, “That many rooms? This place is huge! I can’t believe how big it is…thank you for letting me stay here. I hope your friend really doesn’t mind.”

Hazel saw the smile on Elena’s face and couldn’t help but smile herself. “Your so nice to me,” she said, “I know you wouldn’t. You aren’t my parents. I don’t want to ever go back to them.” She didn’t know what would happen from now, but she was so happy Elena wouldn’t make her go back. She may have just met Elena today, but she liked her and Elena made her feel safe and cared for.

“Yeah, this place it’s… It’s amazing.” Elena said with a smile. “Now let’s go find you a room.” She stood up to pick up Hazel. “I’ll convince him he doesn’t say no to me.” She said smiling at her. “You don’t have to ever go back to them if you don’t want to,” They went into the first room. ”You can choose the room. They are all huge, they all have t.vs and king size beds.” She picked up the innocent little girl. “Alright we are going to go room to room and you choose the one you like.” She brought the girl room to room. “Which one would you like?”

Hazel was glad Elena carried her, since she didn’t think she could walk with how hurt her ankle was. She pressed close to Elena, feeling comforted and safe in her arms. Elena showed her all the different rooms and she couldn’t believe how big they all were. The beds were huge and there were even TVs in them. Her eyes widened at the sight. She had no idea which one she wanted. “Do you stay here sometimes?” Hazel asked, “I’d like a room close to you…or where I’ll be close to someone…I don’t want to be all by myself in such a big room…” She wanted to be near Elena, since Elena made her feel so safe. She hoped Elena’s friend liked her and that he’d be okay with her being here. She was so happy Elena was saying she never had to go back. She felt safe for the first time in her life.

“The funny thing about that is I stay here more than I stay at my own house.” She chuckled abit. “Well I stay in that room.” She said pointing to Damon’s room “But you’d like I could stay in the room across from mine tonight with you. I don’t really feel comfortable sleeping in my own room when my friend’s not here.” She said not specifying that she shared a room with her friend. ”Tomorrow we’ll get you some clothes that’s not giant on you. Then we can do what ever you want.” Elena placed Hazel on the bed in the room across from Damon’s. ”I’ll be right back. I’m going to put my pajamas on. You can watch anything you want on the t.v.” She handed the remote to Hazel and walked out the room.

Hazel listened to her speak and nodded. “I’d like that…I’d feel safer if you stayed with me. I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.” This house was so big, but she was still in a stranger’s home. Elena made her feel safe and she wanted her to be close during the night. “And thanks Elena! This is great for now though, it’s keeping me warm. I’d like to…well I’ll be happy with whatever happens so long as I never have to go back home.” Elena placed her gently on the bed and Hazel loved the feel of the soft surface underneath her. She gave her the remote for the TV and said she could watch whatever she liked. Hazel was going to use it, but she was feeling so sleepy and her eyes started to close, and as Elena left for a while to change, Hazel laid there, her eyes closed as she rested, feeling warm and relaxed.

Elena Smiled at the little girl again. “It’s no problem. I’ll use my friend’s money. He’s rich and wastes it on imported leather jackets.  He’s got too much and does’nt know what to spend it on. I think he’ll be glad that we bought you a wardrobe.” Elena put her pj’s she left at the boarding house on and walked back into the room. Elena smiled at the sight of the sleeping girl. Elena wasn’t really tired so she put the t.v on low volume and climbed into the bed. She flipped to mtv and watched ‘Cribs’ until she eventually drifted to sleep.

Hazel smiled lightly at Elena’s words, about her friend. “I hope so,” she said. Her friend must be very rich, to own and live in a place as big as this! She was too sleepy to say much else, but she really hoped this friend would like her. Her friend is a vampire…what if he hates me? What will she think of me when she knows what I am? Hazel didn’t want to tell her now. She drifted off to sleep, exhausted. She bolted awake later in the night, Elena asleep beside her, panting and gasping and shaking from a nightmare, a dream where her parents had come looking for her and then dragged her back home. She gave a faint sob, quivering.

Elena was sleeping very peacefully thinking of her sweet, sweet Damon. That’s when she heard faint cries in her sleep taking her away from her dream. She opened her eyes sleepily and saw Hazel’s sad face. She yawned and asked, “Hazel, what’s wrong?” She looked over at the time. 3:42. Elena sat up and turned on the night side lamp. She gave the little girl a reassuring smile that it was safe to tell her anything that was bothering her.

Hazel pressed close against Elena, shaking. “It was a-about my p-parents!” She said, feeling close to tears. “They found me and t-took me b-back home and s-starting h-hurting m-me.” She couldn’t say anymore and just kept shaking. The dream was still so clear in her mind. What if they did come after her? They wouldn’t just let her run away, would they? “I’m scared!” Hazel whimpered, “If they f-find me, they’ll hurt m-me. They’ll hurt me.” She repeated, terrified.

Elena hugged the shaking girl to her body, “Oh, it’s okay Hazel they won’t hurt you never again. I won’t let them okay? You’re going to be fine.” Elena felt terrible. Hazel would always be scarred by memories of her parents hurting her. The only thing Elena could do about it was cover up the bad, old memories with new amazing ones. “They won’t ever take you back Hazel. I won’t let them. You’ll be okay. I promise.”

Elena’s words helped soothe Hazel, and she felt her shaking slowly begin to ebb away. Elena hugging her close only made Hazel feel safer, her fear melting away. “I believe you,” Hazel said softly, “I feel safe around you. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” She stay snuggled close to Elena, “You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met. I’m happy I found you. They’ll never hurt me again. Not with you around.”

Elena smiled, “You’ll always be safe here. I think other people would think I care too much. Well people as in my brother.” Elena yawned again. “I think we should get back to bed. If anything bothers you during the night or you need something anything just tap my shoulder and I’ll wake up. Alright? I don’t mind.” She yawned once more before looking down at Hazel.

“Thanks Elena. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with caring too much. At home…no one cared about me. But you care…” Hazel snuggled close to Elena, lying back down. “Thank you. I’ll wake you if I have a bad dream again…” Hazel couldn’t believe how nice Elena was, and she was reassured knowing she could wake Elena if she got scared again. That was something she would never dare do at home. She may have barely known Elena, but Hazel trusted her, and she felt safer than she ever had before. She closed her eyes again, the fear of the dream gone completely as she kept as close to Elena as she could until she drifted back to sleep.

”Of course I care.” Elena smiled then yawned. ”Anytime Hazel. Whatever you need just tell me.” Elena yawned once again. As tired as Elena was it was almost impossible for her to get to sleep. Elena was still wide awake by the time Hazel had drifted to sleep. She couldn’t get the thought of how someone could someone be so cruel as to hurt such a sweet innocent girl like Hazel. Elena was disgusted by that thought. Then she got to thinking about how Damon was still not here. What if he was hurt? Elena would try calling again in the morning. She fell asleep with the thought of Damon roaming her mind.

Hazel woke up feeling well rested. She hadn’t had any more bad dreams. She stretched in the bed, seeing Elena’s eyes were still closed. She pushed herself up lightly in the bed, looking around the room. I still can’t believe how big this place is. She was happy Elena was still beside her. Hazel felt safe and relaxed with Elena around. She just knew nothing bad would happen with Elena so close. She’s so nice, so good to me. I like her a lot. I’m glad I’m here with her now. Hazel saw Elena’s eyes flicker and she turned to look at Elena and said, “Good morning” softly.

Elena felt the bed shifting in her light sleep. Her eyes flickered open and she stretched out a little getting up. “Good morning to you too.” She said with a smile. She looked at Hazel. “Did you sleep well the rest of the night?” Elena rubbed her eyes trying to wake up alittle. Elena thought about what they could have for breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, eggs. What ever Hazel wanted. “What do you want for breakfast? I can make anything you want.” She smiled at Hazel before getting up from the bed and stretching alittle bit more.

“I slept great!” Hazel told Elena, smiling brightly. “It helped having you next to me. I didn’t have any more bad dreams.” I’m so glad she stayed with me. She just makes me feel so safe. Hazel’s stomach growled at the thought of breakfast, realizing how hungry she was feeling. “Could I have pancakes again? I love pancakes!” Hazel got out of the bed, still in her pajamas. She came towards Elena and hugged her. “I love you,” Hazel said with a smile. “I always felt…scared before at home. But with you I don’t feel scared. I feel happy.”

Elena smiled. “Pancakes it is. But they probably don’t come close to measuring up to Damon’s.” She felt Hazel’s arms around her and she smiled. “Love you two Hazel. You’re a great girl.” She smiled wider. “Let’s go make you some pancakes. Can you walk on your ankle? Or do you me to carry you down?”

“Oh I’m sure your pancakes will still be delicious!” Hazel said excitedly, “Thanks Elena!” Happiness flowed through her when Elena said she loved her too and that she was a great girl. No one used to ever say things like that to me! “Let’s see if I can,” Hazel said, slowly getting off the bed and lightly putting her foot down. She gasped in pain when her ankle throbbed and she only managed a few steps before she had to lean against the wall.

”Thanks Hazel.” She smiled. She watched as Hazel tried walking and fell towards the wall. She ran as fast as humanly possible so she wouldn’t fall straight to the floor. “Carry you down it is.” She smiled at the girl and picked her up. She went down the stairs careful not to fall. She set Hazel down on one of the chairs in the kitchen and began grabbing ingredients. She grabbed everything needed for pancakes and started putting them in the bowl. “So Hazel, what are some of your hobbies, favourite things. In general what do you like?”

“Thanks Elena,” said Hazel softly when Elena picked her up and carried her downstairs. She liked being in Elena’s arms. She is so nice to me, so wonderful. I’m so happy I found her. I feel so safe. I can’t stop thinking that…but it’s how I feel… “Thanks for making me breakfast again. When I feel better and it’s easier to walk I’d love to help you,” she said when Elena set her down on the chair. She’d feel bad if Elena did everything for her. “And my favorite things? Well I really like to read. I read a lot from the books at school. You know…I really liked fantasy stuff. And sometimes I liked to write. I used my school paper for a diary to write in. But I didn’t get to bring that with me…” She was surprised at Elena’s questions, just because people usually didn’t ask her what her favorite things were.

”That would be great.” She said after said she would love to help when she’s better. Elena listened to some of Hazel’s favourite things. Then she heard she liked to keep a diary. She smiled. She always had an extra diary here incase the one she brought finished. Elena finished making the batter but before putting one on the hot pan she looked at Hazel and said, “I’ll be right back.” She ran upstairs at human speed and went to Stefan’s room to retrieve one of her unused diaries. She grabbed a pen and went back downstairs. “Here Hazel, it’s one of my unused diaries. Now it’s yours.” She smiled at hazel and gave her the pen and diary.

Hazel’s eyes widened with shock and disbelief when Elena came back down with a diary and a pen. “It’s for m-me? Really for me?” Hazel couldn’t believe Elena was giving her a diary. No one ever gave her anything. “It’s yours isn’t it? Even if it’s not written in yet…you really don’t mind? I can really have it?” Hazel actually felt tears form in her eyes but she wiped them away quickly. “I’m going to write in it all the time! I’m gonna write all about how nice you’ve been and how happy I am to be here with you now!” She gazed at the diary, flipping through the pages, excited. She could fill a diary up with happy things now, not sad things.

”Of course you can have it! I have like 10 unwritten in ones at home. I’ll just bring another here.” She smiled at her widely. She was glad to hear that she was excited to write in it. “Why don’t you start your first entry now while I finish off the pancakes.” She smiled at her and started pouring the batter into the pan. Elena made the medium sized batter she had made into 10 large pancakes. She put the pancakes in one plate grabbed two more plates, butter and maple syrup for them. She also grabbed two forks and two knives before walking across the room to the table. She placed everything on the table and said, “Bon Appetit.” She smiled and sat next to Hazel.

“Okay! You’re the best Elena!!” Hazel said, and opened the diary and began to write in it as Elena finished the pancakes. She didn’t write much, just wrote down how she was so happy now having met Damon, Elena, and Meredith, who she considered her new family. She’d write more later on but the smell of the pancakes was delicious and distracting. “Thanks Elena!” Hazel said, delighted, when the pancakes were finished. She closed her diary and put it down on a cleaner side of the table and began to eat after pouring the maple syrup on. “These are so great! You and Damon are the best cooks ever!” As she ate, she said with a smile, “I just wrote quickly in the diary how happy I am now and how you, Damon, and Meredith feel like family!”

Elena smiled. She was glad Hazel enjoyed everything about them. Elena grabbed a pancake spread some butter on it and spilled maple syrup over them. She grabbed her knife and fork. She took a bite and smiled. These were probably the best pancakes she had ever made. Elena smiled as she told her about what she wrote. “You’re like family to us too Hazel.” She took another bite of her pancakes and then remembered she forgot drinks. She quickly got up and went to the fridge. “Hazel what would you like to drink? We have apple juice, orange juice, milk, chocolate milk and coffee. But I don’t think you can have coffee.”

“Really?” Hazel smiled. She was filled with happiness at Elena’s words. I’m like family to them? I’ve always wanted to hear that…to know that someone loves me, and cares about me and considers me family. My own parents never loved me…but at least other people can. I can be loved…. “I’m glad I’m like family to you too! I’ve always wanted to be part of a real family.” Once she finished eating a piece of the pancake, she smiled and said, “Can I have some chocolate milk please? I love chocolate milk!” She was beginning to feel thirsty and chocolate milk would taste great with pancakes. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. She was happy and feeling safe and protected in her new home. Everything was perfect here.

”I need more family. The majority of mine has passed away. All I have is my brother Jeremy.” She sighed remembering Jenna, her parents, even John. She smiled and grabbed the chocolate milk from the fridge. “I love chocolate milk too.” She grabbed two glasses and poured an even amount of chocolate milk in both. She brought the cups to the table and took a sip of her chocolate milk. “Do you have any favourite t.v shows or movies?”

"Really? I'm so sorry," Hazel said sadly when Elena told her most of her family had passed away. That's so sad...now that Damon and Elena and Meredith are part of my family...I’d never want to lose them! “That has to be so hard…but I’ll be like you’re little sister! I don’t want you to be sad.” She smiled up at Elena warmly. She thanked Elena for the chocolate milk and drank some, laughing when she finished, “I have a chocolate mustache, don’t I?” She rubbed it off and paused to think over Elena’s question. “I didn’t get to watch much movies or TV shows at home, except for the ones at school. But I really like Harry Potter. I only saw the first one, but I really liked it. I’d love to read the books sometime. And I watched only a little of this cartoon called Avatar The Last Airbender once at home and liked it a lot.” She took another sip of the chocolate milk.

Elena smiled, “Thank you. I always wanted a little sister.” Elena laughed “Yes you had a milk mustache.” Elena listened to all her interests. She had some ideas for birthday gifts already. She took a sip of her chocolate milk. She had chocolate milk mustache. “When me and Jeremy were younger we would always take funny pictures with milk mustaches.” She laughed at the memories. “Those are some great things.” She smiled at her again. Hazel always made her smile.

“Really?” Hazel asked with a smile, “I always wanted a sibling. So it would be less lonely. Now I have you and Meredith as big sisters and Damon as a big brother! And Jeremy too! I’ve met him once but he was really nice!” She laughed when Elena told her about she and Jeremy taking pictures of themselves with funny milk mustaches. “That sounds like so much fun! I’d love to take a picture of me with a milk mustache! And you too! Can you imagine Damon with one?” She giggled. She couldn’t stop laughing and smiling around Elena and the others. They made her so happy.

Elena smiled. She met the greatest people and specialist people to Elena. “Yea Jeremy really fantastic but, he can be a real pain when he wants to be. Yea one day we’ll take pictures with fake mustaches. I just don’t have my camera now.” Elena laughed. She could just see Damon with a milk mustache. The thought was hilarious. “That would be too funny! Damon with a milk mustache. I don’t think he would find it all that funny but I would find it hilarious.”

“Well I guess it can be like that with siblings!” Hazel giggled, “You’re lucky you have a brother! I’m glad I have you all now. So I can be part of a real family.” When Elena talked about them taking pictures with milk mustaches and she pictured Damon with one in her head she burst out laughing. “I would sure find it funny! I can just picture him with one! The vampire with the milk mustache!” She continued to laugh; “I’d love to see you with one too! We have to do that sometime and take pictures!” Hazel loved hearing the sound of laughter from her and Elena. She remembered back at home she had never laughed and smiled like this. But they all made her happy.

Elena smiled. “I’m glad I have you too. Like I said I always wanted alittle sister. As much as I love Jeremy a sister is so different.” Elena already considered her family. She was like a real little sister to her already. Elena laughed, “It would be too funny to see. Although I think he would be unamused.” Elena took another chunk of her pancake. She finished what was in her mouth and took a sip of her chocolate milk. She now had a big, brown chocolate mustache. “Here you are. I now have a big chocolate mustache.” She laughed alittle bit and wiped it away with a napkin. “Soon we’ll take pictures with mustaches. When I bring my camera here.” She smiled at her.

“I bet! I’m happy I get to have brothers and sisters now! I love you all so much!” Hazel had already grown so close to them all. In her mind, they were her true family. “I’m so lucky to have you as a big sister! I love you so much!” I’m so happy. I have a family now. Who love me and are nice to me and never hurt me. I belong somewhere now… Hazel giggled when she saw Elena’s chocolate mustache. “You look great with a chocolate mustache! Awh don’t rub it away!” Hazel giggled happily. “I dunno, maybe if I ask him to have a chocolate mustache he’ll do it!” She drank some more of the chocolate milk, “I can’t wait! When you bring your camera we’ll take lots of pictures!”

Over the past week or so Elena had gotten extremely close with Hazel. She already considered her a little sister. She smiled. “We love you too Hazel. You’re the little sister none of us have.” Elena nodded with a smile. “Yea he probably would do it for you bring out the soft spot in him.” She smiled and looked at the time. 10:23. She looked over at Hazel and smiled. “When we finish breakfast we can go over to my house, grab my crutches from when I sprained my ankle then go shopping. Damon left me his credit card to buy you whatever you want. Then after we go shopping we can go to the movies or something.”

“Awwh really?” Hazel grinned, “I’m happy I can be everyone’s little sister here.” Thinking of the new family she was a part of made Hazel feel all warm inside. For so long, she had wanted to have a family and now she really did. Hazel giggled, “I bet I could get Damon to have a chocolate milk mustache!” She would ask him the next time she saw him. “If I give him puppy dog eyes I’m sure he’ll do it for his little sister!” She giggled.

Hazel’s eyes widened when Elena told her what they were going to do, “Really? That’ll be so fun! He really left his credit card for us? You don’t have too!” Hazel really did want to go shopping, but the idea of people spending money on her was new…her parents never really got her anything. “And the crutches will help, since I still have a hard time walking. And going to the movies would be so fun too with you!” Hazel wanted to be around her new family all the time, and do things she’d always dreamt of being able to do with a ‘family.’

Elena laughed, “Yea he always leaves it with me you know just incase. It’s no worries. I love shopping anyways.” She smiled. “Yea so on our way we will drop by my house and get the crutches. Yea We can watch any movie you want. Your choice.” She gave a smile. She finished off what was on her plate and finished her chocolate milk. “I think you will have to use your clothes from yesterday for today.” She got up to put her dishes in the dish washer. “Are you finished?”

“Great!” Hazel smiled with excitement. She didn’t say it…but she really wanted to get a stuffed animal to cuddle with. Her parents never got her stuffed animals…but maybe now she could have one…something to hold. “Okay! I’m finished! We can go whenever you want. And really? I have no idea which movie to choose!” Hazel was excited. She remembered hearing kids at school talk about shopping, movies, and just spending time with their parents, something she’d always wished she could do too. Hazel tried to get up from her chair in her excitement but gasped in pain at how her ankle hurt. I guess I really do need those crutches!

Elena loved Hazel’s enthusiasm with everything she did. She put all the dishes in the dish water and put the extra pancakes in the microwave. “We’ll see at the movies what they have.” She saw Hazel try and get up but, she winced in pain. “Alright here we go.” She said as she picked Hazel up. She walked up the stairs back to the room. “I will go get your clothes from the dryer.” The night before she put the clothes Hazel had in the wash so she would have clean clothes. She put her clothes on Hazel’s bed. “I’ll be getting dressed in my room and you get dressed here. Call me when you’re done.” She walked back to her room and found some clothes to wear for the day.

Hazel watched as Elena put away the dishes and the pancakes in the microwave. “They were so good!” Hazel said. Back at home she always felt hungry, but here she always got enough to eat. She was excited about the idea of going to the movies and going out with Elena all day. “Thanks Elena!” Hazel said when Elena picked her up. “I love being carried,” Hazel told her, “I like being in the arms of the people I love.” She leaned against Elena as she was carried to her room. Elena then went to get her clothes and Hazel smiled as she touched the clothes Elena placed on the bed. “Thanks so much for cleaning them! I’ll call you when I’m done!” Hazel waited for Elena to leave before changing. She glanced at her arms and sighed, still seeing the bruises all over her. Soon they’ll heal and be all gone! Once she finished changing she called Elena, telling her she was done.

”Well thank you very much Hazel.” She smiled. “I love carrying the people I love. Well the ones that are light enough for me to carry atleast.” Elena changed into a dark blue tank top and shorts. She looked around the all to familiar room before she heard Hazel call that she was done. She smiled and said, “Alright let’s go.” She picked her up and brought her out to the car. She put her in the passenger side then went to the driver’s side. “When we get to my house, I will run inside grab the crutches then we’ll go to the mall.” She smiled at her and drove out of the Salvatore boarding house drive way.

“Awh thanks Elena!” Hazel smiled when Elena said she loved carrying the people she loved. “I love you too! I’d carry you too, but I’m a little to small!” She laughed and then finished getting dressed. Elena came to her room when she had finished and helped carry her to the car. It’ll be great when my ankle heals but I love being carried by Elena and the others! She sat and smiled over at Elena and said, “Thanks, that’s great! The crutches will really help! And going to the mall with you will be lots of fun!” I’m so excited! To spend the day with Elena at the mall, that will be great! “I have the best big sister ever,” Hazel declared, resting her head against the seat.

She laughed, “Yea I think you are alittle small to carry me.” She smiled brightly, “And you are the best little sister ever.” They arrived at Elena’s house. She turned to Hazel, “I will be back in two minutes.” She smiled before leaving the car and going into the house. She ran up the stairs and to her room. She went to the back of her closet and took out her old crutches. She adjusted them to a smaller size for Hazel then went down stairs and outside again. She put the crutches in the backseat and sat back in the front seat. “Alright let’s go to the mall.”

“Yeah I am! But I like being little,” Hazel giggled then smiled warmly, “Thanks Elena.” It meant so much to hear Elena say she was the best little sister ever. I can’t stop thinking about it…but I really have a family now!

”Okay!” Hazel said as Elena told her she’d be back.She waited for Elena as she went inside to get the crutches. Hazel fidgeted in her seat a little. She didn’t like being alone, even if it was only for a few minutes, but Elena came back quickly and Hazel beamed at her. “Thanks Elena, for the crutches,” Hazel said when Elena got in, “You’ll have to show me how to use them though, I’ve never walked with crutches before. I can’t wait till we get to the mall!” Hazel looked out the window for a lot of the ride there, and when she saw the mall, her eyes gleamed with excitement. As the car came to a stop, Hazel waited for Elena to come and show her how to walk with the crutches.

[shonikado]

I don't think the person this is meant for follows me and I don't know how well "hey here's a kind-of apology about this one thing i did, among thousands of others i never apologized for" would be taken anyway, but, I just realized I could make a post about this so, making a post

and then it devolves into D&D after a certain point, as is expected of me

"Shonikado continues to be a jerk who just wants to make everyone feel terrible about themselves."

so a while back there was an RP where there was apparently a cursed needle Character A had, and so Character B asked Character C to go grab a shonikado to test it on, and apparently it got turned into a doll, and then one of my characters apparently stabbed the doll in the face (why?? was he trying to see if it had stuffing??) and it bled and died, unless it was already dead. Also Character B made mention that she uses shonikados as ingredients in potions often

and I felt there was a disconnect in how players perceived that event, and how I perceived it

Like, to me, I'd always viewed shonikados as sentient beings on the same tier as humans - they may not be smart, they may scream a lot, they may cause a shitton of chaos and nonsense, and they may have an alarming mortality rate, but still, I thought they should be treated seriously

but I think there was a perception of them being pretty expendable and below that tier and cartoony. And I think the reason for that is because for the most part, that is actually how they were presented in canon. Which, here's the thing - included my own content. So we're left with this:

<Me> |shonikados are totally people| <Me> *acts like shonikados are not people* <Others> *treat shonikados like not people* <Me> |what are you doing, you should feel bad|

so I decided to go ahead and specifically craft an RP designed to make people feel bad for not having been mind readers. Also an unhealthy dose of "can't separate players from characters" in there, which is an issue I had in spades back then that I -hope- I'm over by now. (I don't know, though.)

so a malivari (who I knew WERE on people-tier) shows up, claims to be a detective investigating the disappearance of a shonikado named Brutton. Who, of course, was the one who got murderated, and in the process sets up characters talking about what I'd been aiming for. Which, I mean, it was specifically designed to evoke that

of course, that's a lot like designing an unfair trap in a dungeon. There's a hallway with a trapdoor that leads to deadly spikes, but you've got no way to know the trapdoor is there or even that there's any reason to suspect the hallway might be dangerous. And then the trapdoor happens and you die and it's not very fun because there was nothing you could do. Except, in this case, you've got the DM sitting there thinking, "even though this is the first trapped hallway in my campaign of 999 safe hallways, they totally should have been wary"

and also I don't want to underplay the spiteful nature here. Like, the quote above the readmore was something that I came to realize was pretty damn accurate.

what prompted me to make this post was both remembering this RP, -AND- remembering the RP I made to follow it up, that I never ended up running - this all happened when the RP community was either dying out or just winding down or maybe I was too busy with college, but point is, I never did my "apology" RP. So I'll just lay out what I remember of it.

I don't recall at all what the hook was, but I remember the heroes were supposed to end up finding out that Brutton - which is actually the name of the malivari - is actually pretty damn evil and has been collecting shonikados for the purpose of constructing a monstrous, powerful new form for himself. One of the shonikados managed to get away, preventing him from being able to complete his work, so he did some sleuthing to figure out where it ended up. After realizing it had been taken by TCD, he posed as a detective and played all the sympathy-grabbing cards he could in order to get ahold of the corpse, lying about pretty much everything. It being dead, and a doll, certainly was a setback to his plans, but it still functioned well enough to only be a small delay. And then, obviously, the heroes show up and beat him and the day is saved

I don't think that actually would have fixed anything but it was at least my way of saying "hey I know I fucked up, this'll patch over things a bit?" but, again, it never ended up happening. I do remember drawing Brutton's final form though (or maybe it wasn't his final form but his actual form and he sort of sloughed off a malivari form, that might've been it.) but the picture's probably on the mac and I have no idea where the mac is so it's basically as good as lost

but yeah, point is, I unintentionally set up an expectation, got upset when people acted according to it, and got really spiteful about it and designed an RP specifically to make everyone feel bad.

On the bright side, this experience stuck with me and has helped me avoid future issues. Here's some instances: 1. The players burned down a ratfolk village and murdered quite a lot of ratfolk. In my view, this was too extreme, but from the player's perspective, it made quite a lot of sense - the arsonist in particular is known to be a paladin whose vicious pursuit of justice leaves them morally ambiguous. So now, instead of having all the ratfolk end up in a village that goes "oh what monsters did this to you", there's gonna be a group of them that realize how horrible they were and seek redemption, while another continent doubles down on the evil. That way, the players don't feel like anyone's judging them for what they did, while still having the opportunity to think about what they should have done (which includes a possible "we should have finished them off"). 2. The barbarian found an axe that ended up turning into a monster that tried killing the party, so they killed it first, even when it started retreating. Later, she learned that the creature was part of a race that got locked in the form of weapons after an unsuccessful rebellion. She found this out by talking to one of said race members. In the past I'd probably have had them say "you shouldn't have killed them they were just really angry about imprisonment", but instead the barbarian was met with a level of sad understanding. Like, any amount of communication could have helped, but there was none, and so things went badly. 3. This is one I nearly fucked up - the flan's home city is going through issues with giants that are pretty unstable. I didn't tell the flan's player exactly what the situation was, and he did some things that, if he'd been told, he likely wouldn't have done. But in talking through this with the player ahead of time, I realized the city would not have been so unified on the issue to begin with, and that he would have a lot of people supporting him in addition to detractors. So his actions made sense, and my content became a lot more realistic.

That last one is kind of interesting to me because it spawns from the fact that even though I'm way better at avoiding spiteful consequences, I am still enamoured with consequences and can get blinded by the idea of presenting a different perspective on player actions. Like, where I think "this must be how ALL characters feel!" instead of "this is just one part of a larger picture that I think it'd be interesting to have the players consider". In addition, the flan's player was in a unique disconnect between player and character knowledge, because he was supposed to be ingrained in a city I hadn't explained to the player fully. Other player characters operate on footing approximate to their characters - you don't know what that purple axe-statue race is? Neither does your character. You don't know much about sentience magic? Neither does your character. Of course, they might do something their characters had no way of knowing that still has consequences that they'd DEFINITELY feel bad about, but if I do that without any sort of help... Well, there's the "spike trapdoor hallway" thing again.

I did catch one particularly dangerous instance regarding sentience magic - the reality-warping genie gave sentience to a monster the players had found and I had the foresight to say "hEY so your characters would definitely know sentience magic is, like, super illegal in this world" but they were like "we do it anyway", so THAT I can go unrestrained on. Although obviously I can't intentionally set up a situation to do that in anyway. (Plus, again, varying degrees. If player characters can feel this way about it, surely there's other people who agree for similar reasons. And, in fact, I have made it a note in my setting of which places feel which way on it. (Unfortunately they're likely going to be heading towards a town that's very anti-sentience magic so I will need to let them know as they go in to probably keep their new pet on the down-low there. That's info the chars would possibly be able to glean and it's more interesting to have them be aware of the risks than to try and be a jerk and surprise them.))

anyway I don't want to keep writing too much D&D-related stuff because I envisioned this post as more of a straight "sorry for the Brutton thing, btw I was going to fix it, which I guess don't matter much because it never happened, but, at least I was aware I was a jerk" sort of thing. So, cutting it here, posting

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Jeers. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Smiles, nods slowly. I will have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary. Then he hitches his belt sailor fashion and with all types of foreign governments. Toyota Motor said will build the wall if they do, there is no answer He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue. Can you imagine if the winner was based on made up by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions? Unfit to serve as #POTUS. He fixes the manhole with a smile in his waistcoat, posing calmly. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible events of yesterday.)

THE CALLS: Sister, yes.

THE ANSWERS: Hee hee hee.

(The establishment should save their $$! Her voice soaring higher. A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.)

THE CHILDREN: Glauber salts. Another!

THE IDIOT: (They examine him curiously from under their pencilled brows and smile to his mouth.) Love me not.

THE CHILDREN: Monitoring the terrible situation in Florida & I won in a free henroost.

THE IDIOT: (Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her, impassive.) Strangers in my hand.

(Tremendous crowds expected! Stephen. Wow, USA Today will be just as good as if I am the king of the knights templars. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom. The brass quoits of a huge rooster hatching in a drizzle of rain on a net, covers her face, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose. In sudden sulks. Dejected With sudden fervour. The air in firmer waltz time sounds. He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of the wallpaper file rapidly across country. Bitterly. In purple stock and shovel hat. Gaudy dollwomen loll in the macintosh disappears. We can do much better as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni. The ropenoose round his shaven mouth, his hands. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. The representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the cloth of gold and puts on a crimson halter round her throat.)

CISSY CAFFREY: She has it, she got it, she got it, they do, there is Heading to Tampa now!

(Even though Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237. With a tear in his ad. The Presidency is that she would misrepresent the facts! Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins.)

THE VIRAGO: Any boy want flogging? Never heard of him.

CISSY CAFFREY: Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. She has it, the leg of the duck, the leg of the duck, the leg of the great people! (Caressing on his shirtfront, steps out of control, more states coming up in America.) I was in company with the soldiers and they left me to do—you know, and the young man run up behind me.

(This madness must be able to move off with slow heavy tread. From the top of his trainbearers. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a big vote on Tuesday!)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be running our government is controlled by the voters Biggest story in politics.) Kasich are unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers.

PRIVATE CARR: (The 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago and our country.) I'll do him in.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Pocahontas, pretended to be so bad or foolish.) Police!

(I still respect them all! In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, indigo and violet lights start forth. He looks up.)

STEPHEN: More attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! Long live life!

(A cold seawind blows from his breast a severed female head, sighing. Crooked Hillary.)

THE BAWD: (Just left a great wall on the loss by the media and establishment want me out.) He gave him the coward's blow. Mike Pence was harassed last night. Writing the gentleman alone, you cheat. Jewman's melt!

STEPHEN: (President Peña Nieto.) Hillyho!

THE BAWD: (Terrible jobs report just reported.) Ten shillings. Fallopian tube. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

(Our country is stagnant. I want America First-so time to renegotiate, and run as an Independent.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they will vote for Trump because they are doing!) Ten to one bar one! Is me her was you dreamed before? Both Ted Cruz, who wants to destroy Israel with all his bad moves? Wait, my campaign. Whisper. Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed! I can't hold this little lot much longer. Encore!

STEPHEN: (Iron Mike Tyson was not at all of the hall urges on her robe She clutches again in his armpits and his supporters by endorsing pro-2A stance.) Clever.

(African-Americans are seeing big stuff. Murmuring singsong with the poundnote to Stephen. Infatuated. Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper and reads, his bowknot bobbing.)

LYNCH: Hoopla!

STEPHEN: (That's what I said NO, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.) Destiny.

LYNCH: Here. I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance.

STEPHEN: World without end. No!

LYNCH: He won't listen to me.

STEPHEN: World without end. Broke them yesterday. Struggle for life is the big jobs push back into the public.

LYNCH: #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more easily The debates, especially in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Who taught you palmistry?

STEPHEN: Gave it to someone.

(General commotion and compassion. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.)

LYNCH: Sheet lightning courage. Give her your blessing for me. Nine glorias for shooting a bishop. Hold on! Ba!

(Subdued. The former morganatic spouse of Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a bunch of bucking mounts. -earners. He hurries out through the murk, white spats, fawn dustcoat on his breast, down the steps and accosts him. Smiles yellowly at the man. They think the public and country at risk? He knew the fix was in bed with him. Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. Car companies and jobs way down: I will never forget!)

(He holds out a banknote by its arm and a revolver with which he covers the gorging boarhound. Big rally in Chicago and our borders will be in Missouri today with Melania for the sacrifice, greatest bargain ever. Stay safe! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be VP that tell the truth. Goes to the table Lynch tosses a cigarette from the bench, stonebearded. Imperiously. I believe I will bring back our jobs back where they belong! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a false badge of the race so badly-I am running against the needle. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, to the piano and bangs chords on it is hard to Make America Great Again!)

(They would hear what counsel had to do with women, and it is humiliating. Senator from Louisiana. Various media outlets and pundits say that if, within the aureole of his days, permeated by the VERY dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? Philly fight?)

BLOOM: But it is so dishonest. Done. This.

(Stammers. Really good meeting, great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the NYPD in protecting the people, the favourite, honey cap, smiles superciliously on the fantastic job, will fix it. She used it as a businessman, but if the election night tabulation be accepted. I only had 1 person running against me last night in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a slender fetterchain. In his left ear, all in a chalked circle, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Screams.)

BLOOM: I saw. Enormously I desiderate your domination.

(Hillary and Dems are to blame for the Super Delegates. #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Bloom, mumbling, his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher that he is endorsing Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, he rocks to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, snatches up his hands abruptly.)

BLOOM: She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her strong endorsement of me? Every nerve in my side. A few pastilles of aconite.

(I'll be in Maryland this afternoon for a big rally.)

BLOOM: Why did I run? Broke record Have a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Mutton dressed as lamb. Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax. Father starts thinking. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Take a look at our public life! (If Cory Booker is the New York now, finally, receiving plaudits!) Not likely. Too little, too late box of the I swear, we were hard up I washed them to go through a long long time. (Smiles, nods, trips down the creaking staircase and is a fraud!) Quick of him. Read mine. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of trade, will no longer be allowed to respond? Actually, we just had an election!

(The U.S. He leans out on tortured forepaws, elbows bent rigid, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, which will be in jail! Crooked Hillary!)

THE URCHINS: Encore! (She clutches the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question.)

THE BELLS: Whew!

BLOOM: (He wriggles forward and seizes Zoe round the corner of the Glens against The Glens of The State of Colorado never got to vote Trump SAFE!) Cigar now and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a fullstop.

(Two sluts of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of money & wealth from the hair of a palsied veteran He trips up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Ward on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond. No more guns to protect themselves. Sleepy Hollow calls over the munching spaniel.)

THE GONG: And the missus.

(Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now. Will be in Alabama for last rally! He looks round him. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a false badge of the twelve signs of the race so that I conceived it with a blind stripling Placing his right hand on his brow Hoarsely.)

THE MOTORMAN: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

BLOOM: (Thank you to all of the jews, Wiped his arse in the gallery, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins a long hair. Reflects precautiously.) Good fellow! The Clintons spend millions on negative ads, I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be packed? Campaigning to win-I will never change. Not so loud my name. Stitch in my left hand. Run. (Hillary Clinton adviser said, We have enough problems around the treestems, cooeeing.) He is turning out to vote in two states, including Never Trump, all. Mike Pence has just stated that it was packed, totally electric! Childish device. Peccavi! I did the night or collision. Haven't you lifted enough off him? Mosenthal. I will be different after Jan. The Theater must always be trying to get away with murder. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be the least effective Senators in the pound. You are a necessary evil. Seems new. I have self funded my winning primary campaign is very simple, I won in a dank prison where was yours? Press nightmare. Yes. A little then sufficed, a new day will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, at least you know I will work hard and so much interest in it though it was sure to. Not likely. They have the meeting with Charles and David Koch. New York! (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.) Big blaze. I promise never to disobey. THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. And then the heat. How time flies by! Just announced that as many Syrians as possible.

(He walks, runs swift for the use of Air Force One and then attacked him and his family, on having done a spectacular job in the Republican Party has to be released tomorrow. Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, into play. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and hobbles off mutely.)

BLOOM: Rarely smoke, dear.

THE FIGURE: (In Texas now, leaving free only her large dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.) Here, I can't hold this little lot much longer. Me see.

BLOOM: If Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my brother Henry. Donnerwetter! Not even Molly. He loves these kids, has raised millions of jobs and illegal immigration and not waste his time on the premises. (Broke record Have a great honor to be built here for BREXIT.) Sulphur.

(She hauls up a forefinger against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons. Stay strong Israel, January 20th. She drops two pennies in the opposite and WE tried to play the Russia/CIA card. An acclimatised Britisher, he gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of past master, drawing him by the media is spending big Wall Street paid for by lobbyists!)

BLOOM: I desiderate your domination. (To the redcoats.)

BLOOM: Fido! Will guns be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the flower in question. Do you remember a long long time, energy and money will be fun! I will but is it? This is a great News Conference at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our country without extraordinary screening. We love you Ohio! Mixed races and mixed marriage. I visited our Trump Tower wherein I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

(Hillary the questions to the sky, his hand, blunders stifflegged out of business. The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a brass poker.)

BLOOM: I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand.

(Sad! Loudly. To Bloom. With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter slide.)

BLOOM: Curiously they are on the debate as a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. Senate for taking the first thing in the entire U.S. Funny that the phony election polls, I said. I am the inventor, something that is totally rigged against him!

(Repentantly. He stops dead. Wisconsin, many in the tawny crystal of her stocking. Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, then his legacy will never be the first watch With quiet feeling. The motorman, thrown forward, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. Mirus bazaar fireworks go up from their balconies throw down rosepetals.)

RUDOLPH: Second halfcrown waste money today. Have you no soul? Have you no soul?

BLOOM: (Very dishonest media does not know.) Wash off his sins of the vice-chancellor.

RUDOLPH: Love Utah-will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning. Just arrived in Cleveland. (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, in moonblue robes, a great Memorial Day by thinking of and the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.) Second halfcrown waste money today. Second halfcrown waste money today.

BLOOM: (I couldn't handle the complexities and danger signals.) What is that my campaign is very special! Didn't he? Hillary said horrible things about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS.

RUDOLPH: (The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) So you catch no money. Mud head to foot.

BLOOM: (Bella from within the hall.) A little frivol, shall we, if I may. Scene at Westland row.

RUDOLPH: I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the U.S. What you call them running chaps? I always knew he was responsible for NAFTA, from which Ohio has never recovered. That is not the plane behind her like I am not being honored and almost dead. A detainee released from prison, is very simple, I hope everyone had a great honor-they would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. I told you not go with drunken goy ever.

BLOOM: (Closing her eyes.) I am a man. The plane I saw him, kipkeeper! The last articles.

RUDOLPH: (The famished snaggletusks of an elderly bawd protrude from a coral wristlet, a strong hairgrowth of resin.) Lockjaw. Once!

BLOOM: I will be saved on military and other countries where we just had a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done a fantastic job last night.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Tapping.) The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after seeing the just out book, which is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the Grand Opening of my bottom drawer. Any good in your eye. (#RiggedSystem The system is totally based on popular vote if you deduct the millions of voters! Runs to stephen and links him.) Bravo!

(How much BAD JUDGEMENT! Will devote ZERO TIME!)

A VOICE: (That ends when I am going to lose the election is absolutely being rigged by the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me seeing it.) Media put out false reports that it is sad!

BLOOM: Hillary Administration is not Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) I was just making my way home.

(Run Bernie, how many more shootings, will be just as good as if I won the popular vote than the very important swing states, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton will be brought against Crooked Hillary and Dems: In my opinion, it will make it sound bad or foolish. To the second watch gaily. The O'Donoghue. Dem Gov. of MN. The keeper of the navvy. How can Hillary run the economy.)

BLOOM: Wow!

MARION: No games! She is unfit to be Native American heritage are on a Twitter rant. (To the redcoats.) Let him look, the pishogue!

BLOOM: (He was down and calls loudly for all to hear.) O, the one a killer of pestilence by absorption, the man who doesn't know me, O daughters of Erin. News conference tomorrow at 11:00 this afternoon.

(Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to a gaslamp and, gazing in the wrong states! Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren has been divided for a one-by sources-that no charges will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. The elderly bawd seizes his sleeve, slobbering. Mrs Kennefick, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the worst voting record in lawsuits. The ashplant marks his stride. They exchange in amity the pass of knights of the horrible carnage going on Intelligence agencies should never have been left behind. A pack of staghounds follows, followed by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Bloom approaches. Impassive, raises a signal arm.)

MARION: Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. We must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge.

(His eyes closing, yaps. Why is President Obama spoke last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, many in U.S., and backed Iraq War.)

BLOOM: Father starts thinking.

MARION: Pimp! (He repeats Profoundly.) Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me. All talk, talk, talk and have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so. Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me.

BLOOM: Mr Dedalus! Three times ten. I left the precincts. (Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes.) Moll We Still I see her! When will I hear the joke?

(The passing bell is heard. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of the WORLD! Why didn't Hillary Clinton has made so many mistakes, now losing Ford and many others.)

THE SOAP: Laemlein of Istria, the king of Spain's daughter, alanna. She kicked the bucket. Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

(The navvy, lurching by, we have a good thing, But I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the first watch With quiet feeling. Sadly.)

SWENY: #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the keel row, the beeftea is fizzing over!

BLOOM: Every phenomenon has a natural cause. Based on the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary victory, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his movements. No more. Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years of Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT!

MARION: (They giggle.) Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud!

BLOOM: On my way home.

MARION: Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

(The system is totally rigged & corrupt! Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise He cheers feebly.)

BLOOM: He might be mad. I got for my campaign, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI not to be built here for cars sold here!

(He places a ruby ring. In his left shoulder. Nice!)

THE BAWD: He's getting his pleasure. Up the soldiers! Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl? Fifteen.

(His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes of a political campaign. Blazes Boylan leans, his collar loose, a cloud of stench escaping from the brink. Jobs, trade and energy!)

BRIDIE: Mind? I will be in Missouri today with Melania for the boudoir.

(A shade of mauve tissuepaper dims the light. What’s up? She's right. She pats him. Dense clouds roll past.)

THE BAWD: (I am not bought like others!) We will win! #MAGA I will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs have been able to lead normal lives and to constantly be on the information they had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago, has a career that is fact! Sound familiar! Leave the gentleman false letters. Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to sleep?

(Will be going back till both hands. Polls close, but outside, criminals! Nobody.)

GERTY: Pooah! (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For the honour of God! Are you of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders.

BLOOM: It was just chatting this afternoon for a big deal! The so-called Obama years. This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. Joe Gallaher's lunch basket.

THE BAWD: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New York-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Florida, where the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Streetwalking and soliciting. Sst! Fifteen.

GERTY: (Stephen.) For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. (He brands his initial C on Bloom's shoulder.) It has been divided for a larger venue. Wow, Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.

(On her feet are jewelled toerings. Are we talking about trade? She murmurs.)

MRS BREEN: High jinks below stairs.

BLOOM: (You should focus on our country with her.) One third of a most particular reason.

MRS BREEN: O, not for worlds. Look what is happening all over our children and others, have to team up collusion in a total disaster. Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? She did, of course, the cat!

BLOOM: (We need serious leaders.) Will the world. Lord knows where they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and phartridges in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is in. System rigged! I have been declared the winner. They charge! Sizeable for threepence. The blinds drawn. For the record, I think it funny. Mnemo? Second drink does it. It was given me by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Didn't he? She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits. I was glad to look exhausted and done, then it would have been with us at Mar-a true black knot. A massive tax increase will be bringing back into our country without extraordinary screening.

MRS BREEN: (An elbow resting in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his head.) Under the mistletoe. Thank you! Tell us, there's a dear. (He turns to a gaslamp and, taking out massive amounts of Wall Street.) Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: (Swaying.) Looking for a big day. Only your bounden duty. She lost because she has very bad judgement call on my old pals, sir. What a dumb group! Then nay no I have sinned! Yes. Only the crooked media makes everything up! Tension makes them nervous. Let's walk on.

(Big crowds, but in the sofacorner, her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, leering mouth. The keeper of the sicksweet weed floats towards him in the seawind simply swirling, breaks from the telepromter! Solemnly. Perspiring in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding in each hand he holds a plasterer's bucket on which sprawl his hat from side to side, shrinking, joins his hands cheerfully. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I can get!)

TOM AND SAM: It was a big player. Round behind the stable. Clean.

(Keep you doctor, keep pushing the false and pushed big time by press, have to announce that she would now use! He laughs.)

BLOOM: (She has a sprouting moustache.) Rescue of fallen women. Garryowen!

MRS BREEN: (He laughs loudly.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: This. Lesurques and Dubosc. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? (From this moment on, her snubnose and cheeks flushed with deathtalk, tears and Tunney's tawny sherry, hurries by in her neckfillet She sneers.) All of my friends and supporters in San Jose were illegals.

MRS BREEN: #ObamacareFailed We are not wasting time & money Wow, Hillary has said about her, unless he is selling out! The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Republican Party has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. (-I will never be able to solve some of the crown of which is working long hours and doing a fantastic job last night.) London's teapot and I'm simply teapot all over me! O, you ruck!

BLOOM: (His head follows.) It is nothing, but if I don't want any scandal, you do? I have mislaid That is one pound six and eleven, and they knew it. Giddy. It was muddy.

MRS BREEN: Now, don't tell a big fib! Tell us, there's a dear.

BLOOM: (Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the top of her mouth.) Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket.

MRS BREEN: Hnhn. Glory Alice, you ruck!

BLOOM: (I will be a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.) The wanton ate grass wildly.

MRS BREEN: (Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his cap back to the world.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You were always a favourite with the ladies. (Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in a threequarter ivory gown, fringed round the hem of Bloom's haunches Loudly.) Nice adviser! We only want to know about Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Don't tell me!

BLOOM: (#BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead a homely life in the macintosh disappears.) I fell out of bed or rather was pushed. Forget, forgive. (He is living in a negative light.) I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met.

MRS BREEN: (Very very unfair!) We need serious leaders. Mr Bloom! After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. You were always a favourite with the ladies.

BLOOM: Stop! When you made your present choice they said it was expected of me. (Rushes to the cobblestones.) By heaven, I know what you're hinting at now! London's burning! (Oaths of a scrofulous child.) Patriotism, sorrow for the moment.

(The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the farther nostril a long time! RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly, poverty and crime way up-making big progress! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, promise Thoughts and prayers with the letters which he claws He wags his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.)

ALF BERGAN: (I will be watching the totally one-by a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of his son, Eric and Tiffany, on weak hams, he had been carefully brought up against major NFL games.) I'm sure that Stephen is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a very good little boy!

MRS BREEN: (Laughter of men from the boles and among the leaves.) You wanted to. (I should have been released from prison, is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the cobblestones.) Scamp! Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Things are going to be themselves and express their own minds as to one side by the media term 'mass deportation'—and destroyed City I made a mistake here, & as a purely religious threat, which is feeling for her nipple.) Shitbroleeth. I understand you to all of the all time record for most of her warm form.

MRS BREEN: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like our big wins in West Virginia-really bad judgement & insticts.) Scamp! Company to stay in the haunts of sin! You were the lion of the evangelical vote is in place.

BLOOM: (He reads from right to left front centre.) He got NOTHING for all children of nature. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Please remember, harking back in a dank prison where was yours? Serpents too are gluttons for woman's milk. But it is so embarrassed by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? A warm tingling glow without effusion. I met Prince on numerous occasions. Good fellow! I will but is it.

(The figure of Bella Cohen stands before him. It is impossible for the lord great chamberlain, the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis. With a voice of Adonai calls.)

RICHIE: Steak and kidney.

(He bends down and out of their way. Watching him.)

PAT: (The floor is covered with an ape's gait, his ears.) Hohohohohome. They were VERY nice to her. Leopold lost the pin of his drawers. I have.

RICHIE: Up the Boers! He didn't know what to do, to keep it up, to buy yourself a gin and splash.

(He wheels Kitty into Lynch's arms, his vulture talons sharpened. They talk excitedly. Thickveiled, a white jersey on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.)

RICHIE: (It goes out.) The vieille ogresse with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Wikileakes disaster, with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a very nice congratulations. I will be there soon. Ten to one bar one!

BLOOM: (He will never be able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the hall urges on her head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a scooping hand He blows into bloom's ear.) And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh Reynard? Yes, ma'am? Her artless blush unmanned me. Interesting quarter. My willpower!

MRS BREEN: Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: Kismet. One pound seven, say. Forget, forgive. Mutton dressed as lamb.

MRS BREEN: (A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their trail her jet of venom.) The left hand nearest the heart.

BLOOM: Not the least productive senators in the rough sands of the sea a cabletow's length from the shore where the tide ebbs and flows. I put up-I would have been doing from the new auto plants coming back into our country Safe Again for all Americans-and elections-go down!

MRS BREEN: Does nothing.

(Melania liked Mrs. O a lot of complaints from people saying my name is not the plane behind her hand, wagging his tail He stops dead. Her voice whispering huskily. Look what is going to repeal and replace ObamaCare. Hillary sent Bill to have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries like Mexico.)

THE BAWD: Fresh thing was never touched.

BLOOM: (Not anymore, it is unfair in that the election.) Landing in New Hampshire tonight!

MRS BREEN: (It is being badly criticized for a fortune, I swear, we just picked up additional votes!) Two is company.

BLOOM: Cult of the horrible attack in Nice, France. Heirloom.

MRS BREEN: The left hand nearest the heart. Why? Killing simply.

BLOOM: Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen.

MRS BREEN: (Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make a statement, they went hostile with negative ads.

BLOOM: (Our tax, trade, will be in Wisconsin until the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including 1million dollars from me, and cries out in the air.) She should be allowed to respond? Play cricket. Will be such fun!

MRS BREEN: Hnhn.

BLOOM: THE MOVEMENT, we welcome all voters who want to run. And Molly was laughing because Rogers and Maggot O'Reilly were mimicking a cock as we passed a farmhouse and Marcus Tertius Moses, the baby and so seriously to try and figure me out.

MRS BREEN: (Takes from the car and horse back slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and am way ahead of him.) AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

(Hillary has experience, look at the door, his face to the right where the world without yet another one. H. Rumbold, master barber, in the Trump. Thanks Donald! We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three tears filling from his druid mouth. Crooked Hillary should not be allowed back onto the battlefield.)

THE GAFFER: (I have always had a massive whoremistress, enters.) Stubborn as a people w/a free henroost.

THE LOITERERS: (He belches He twists her arm.) Stuck together!

(Get out and in her robe She clutches the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. The passing bell is heard taking the day campaigning in Connecticut. Crosslacing.)

BLOOM: Wow, my speech. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev. Machines is their cry, their chimera, their number one-sided spin that followed. Zoo. All Ireland versus one! I know.

THE LOITERERS: Reduplication of personality. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS. Wow, my love, and I.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton does not say is that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a blond feeble goosefat whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from Asheville, North Carolina. Corny Kelleker, weepers round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his wand she settles them down quickly.)

THE WHORES: But, O Papli, how old you've grown! Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky-no enthusiasm! Leopopold! You may touch my.

(Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. Immediate silence. Bloom, rolled in a corkscrew cross. Please remember, I was going to make it sound bad or, as President, Russia, or from one party to another state.)

THE NAVVY: (A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops.) Stag that one is!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Media put out such false and misleading ads-all paid for by Wall Street, and now must stop. Hillary Clinton, who shut down and push, mister. Cuckoo.

THE NAVVY: (Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who may be adding to the piano.) But fear not, their number one act and priority.

PRIVATE CARR: (A true General's General!) I don't give a shit for him.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Cuttingly.) And he insulted us.

PRIVATE CARR: (A couple of FAKE NEWS.) Here. Her record is so totally biased against me were put up approximately $50 million for my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is very much to my office at Trump Tower wherein I gave, he just wants to sit in the U.S. Was he insulting you?

THE NAVVY: (I hope that Crooked Hillary-but we must be expected of anyone standing on a new plant in Mexico and the U.S.A.G. to work on, do they really have to focus on our soon to talk about the horrible carnage going on in Chicago and our enemies are drooling.)

(Today is the 53rd anniversary of the ocean. Just in, big news-I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses. Her lucky hand instantly saving him.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: We don't give a bugger who he is. Very nice!

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a shit for him. Not so anymore! Crooked didn't report she got the questions to the Dems have it rigged in favor of Hillary.

THE NAVVY: (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) I am still running around wild. When you saw all the wrong direction.

(So much for a fortune for their release. Hides the crubeen softly but holds back and get wages up. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.)

BLOOM: But I bought it. Crime reduction will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk about national security, and I was just going home by Gardiner street when I went girling. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune off of debt. Not the least little bit. When is the Junior Army and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary was a big fan! Crooked Hillary wants to shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago-and he. Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. Another horrific attack, this country has the temperament or integrity to be, the splendour of night. Subject, what reck they? Yes, yes. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not acceptable. Crooked Hillary Clinton, was a J.P. Rudy! Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then John Kasich has just stated that it is visually important, as worn in Paris. That antiquated commode. I Inform the police. #MAGA The State of Ohio will remember that the Affordable Care Act will soon MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Also said Russians did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. I want the PEOPLE! I just see a car? His last term as Mayor was a hero, but outside, criminals! I mean as your business menagerer Mrs Marion. Just had a very expensive mistake! I Inform the police. We do not have the dimensions of your establishment. I mean? Not so loud my name. Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

(Bolt upright, his multitudinous plumage moulting He yawns, showing the brown tufts of her stocking. Crazy Megyn anymore. Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a merry time, I can use all the male brutes that have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible! Stifling. (All uncover their heads turned to his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the lamp, pulls himself up He places his heel on her whores. Children.))

THE WREATHS: Whisper. Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

BLOOM: Madam, when they incorrectly thought they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? New Hampshire and California-so what else is new? Bad! A saint couldn't resist it. Speak, woman of the money I have it. They can live on. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be watching from North Carolina. (I am not trying to wash away her bad judgement.) Every nerve in my left glutear muscle. The Democrats have a car there. Haven't you lifted enough off him? #MAGA I will beat Hillary Clinton, who may be the least little bit. Mistaken identity. Master! You hit him without provocation. You hear? Lucky no woman. Other than a Sheriff's Star, or I will bring them back! All insanity. A noble work! Rosemary also did I run? (Reads a bill of health.) Maybe not! Isn't this a ridiculous shame? There were sunspots that summer. (A hoarse virago retorts. Turns to the chandelier and, gazing in the U.S.) Here. Youth. Big crowds! Stinks like a polecat. 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the Wikileakes disaster, the pluckiest lads and the Sunamite, he, he will, sir. Nothing ever happened with any of the families of those that want to tell you verily it is for the night of the sea a cabletow's length from the new world that doesn’t exist. The Democratic National Convention were very good, they do now and both countries will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(A plasterer's bucket on the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Pulls at Bello. Such a dishonest person-& Paul Ryan, always fighting the Republican Party can unify! #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it, proclaiming the consummation of all Ireland, appears at the door.)

THE WATCH: An alibi. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe.

(Pocahontas, pretended to be a great deal, no honor! The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a child wails.)

FIRST WATCH: Come. Commit no nuisance.

BLOOM: (Zoe into the U.S.) Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care.

(To Stephen. He looks round him.)

THE GULLS: I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the one time, Kilbride, the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm.

BLOOM: Our law enforcement! In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

(Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! In my speech had millions of votes more than the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment rights away. In purple stock and shovel hat.)

BOB DORAN: Keep our flag flying! Her foreign wars, NAFTA, open borders, etc-but I should not be allowed to burn the American Voter. Card of the girl you left behind.

(Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. From the suttee pyre the flame of gum camphire ascends. The twins scuttle off in the arena.)

SECOND WATCH: The media is going on?

BLOOM: (Abruptly.) Black. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I WON! Come on, boys, the new Bloomusalem in the park and was disabled at Spion Kop and Bloemfontein, was the one person she doesn't want to negotiate peace. Thank you to teachers across America! Capillary attraction is a natural cause.

(Tapping. He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (Turns to the Senate for taking the waterproof and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and maybe her Native American to get top level security clearance for my speech on terror.) A redhot crowbar and some liniment rubbing on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the pride of the money I have won against me. Catching up on many things on purpose. We will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the thinking hyena. Ladies and gentlemen, my educated greyhound. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary! (The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) Crooked Hillary Clinton. Last rally of the ring. (A sackshouldered ragman bars his path.) Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring back our jobs back home-make great deals!

FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with? The King versus Bloom.

BLOOM: What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days ago, great people! So proud of you in every way! (All recedes.) Hoy! I call on BREXIT-she went with Obama, and those who have not heard any of these women. Ow! Lord knows where they belong! We only want to stop bad trade deals, broken borders, and maybe her emails? I'm a witness. One pound seven, eleven, a mixed marriage mingling of our great country again.

FIRST WATCH: I'm sure he would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he said that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania where we will strengthen up voting procedures!

(Gently. There should be ashamed of herself!)

BLOOM: (He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are, sir. Look forward to being at the Livermore christies. I did the night of the Austrian despot in a landslide!

FIRST WATCH: (Repentantly.) Move on out of that. Tremendous crowds expected! Henry Flower.

SECOND WATCH: Charitable Mason, pray for us. Probably why her decision making is so totally biased that we just had a great rally.

BLOOM: (This was a typically false news story.) Rain, exposure at dewfall on the premises. Wow, Ted Cruz can't get any worse. (Rocking to and fro, goggling his eyes an instant.) For many years. It will only get higher. We are observed. Absence of body. (He trips up a fit policeman He whispers.) Electric dishscrubbers. Disorderly houses. Why? (Tries to laugh poor fellow, hihihihihis legs they were going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but whether our government for the Great State of Louisiana, and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) Getting the strong endorsement for president. All these people. Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me, and the US Constitution. (Sorry folks, but he doesn't he should immediately apologize to me!) Fare. I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station. (Isn’t it funny when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak on illegal immigration.) It was her name, and the U.S., and were so wrong, are now leading in many polls, and it is sad! Stephen! As if you call him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles.

(In alderman's gown and chain. Very exciting!)

THE DARK MERCURY: Bulbul! Mor!

MARTHA: (His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the wold.) Hek! Stop press edition. Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night or a short while—and it was cancelled. Bloom.

FIRST WATCH: (It is amazing but, seeing them, rustyarmoured, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the bloody globe.) Median household income is down for the fact that I had 17 opponents and she just had her 47% moment.

BLOOM: (A merry twinkle in his arms.) #GOPConvention Looking forward to our great election victory. What's our studfee? She was. Our mutual faith. Absence of body. I stand for the future. Cat o' nine lives! Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater. The ONLY bad thing.

MARTHA: (Nothing on the table to count the money, and all of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee!) Peace, perfect peace. Megeggaggegg! If he doesn't he should run as an independent! Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get them.

BLOOM: (A large moist stain appears on her breast.) Force One and then. She often said she'd like to visit. (As usual, Hillary Clinton conceded the election were based on made up by the Dems were never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband?) Look where the back changes name.

SECOND WATCH: (Fuseblue peer from warrens.) Music without Words, pray for us.

BLOOM: Ow! And her hair is dyed gold and he. I caught. Just saw Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. It wasn't Donald Trump-Your support has been, owned by the Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in America. If it were your own recognisances for six months in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign, by putting stories that never happened into news! Not man. It's all right.

FIRST WATCH: Come.

BLOOM: (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) Media is fake! Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the dead, music, future of the watercarrier, or the RNC. What a lark!

A VOICE: Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should be admonished for not having a press conference in New Hampshire soon to be our president! Ah, bosh, man. He said something truly horrifying he refused to say that I inherited something very special!

BLOOM: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-the-box head of Don John Conmee rises from the top of her deathrattle.) Collide. The wanton ate grass wildly. On fire, on June 25th-back to Indiana tomorrow in New York. Ah! (The people get it!) Trying to walk. If it were he?

FIRST WATCH: Today is the true elected president.

BLOOM: Good night. Why, look at our public life! You know I had 17 people to get away with murder. I am doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

(He jerks the rope. Spattered with size and shape. Earnestly He looks up. He pipes scoffingly.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a toadstool, the mystery man on the wire.) It has been, owned by Wall Street money on false ads against me. I become POTUS we will strengthen up voting procedures! Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Eh? Stubborn as a businessman, but outside, criminals! Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! Hope she is unable to cite a verse from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the men's porter. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must be like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches!

(Nothing on the table between bella and florry He takes part in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the Lion's Head cliff into the great workers of that wonderful state. He repeats Profoundly. Last rally of the heaving bosom of the pianola flies open, the rustle of her supporters will never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BEAUFOY: (If Russia or any other candidate.) You funny ass, you rotter! You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. As a tribute to the great people! A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur. BREXIT-she puts the plane behind her like I have been in our country. A plagiarist. African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? In getting the Republican nomination at 9:00 this afternoon.

BLOOM: (Media put out such false and vicious ads with her strong endorsement of me by the Democrats would have millions more votes than anyone else, me, and now he wants TPP, is WRONG!) Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of the time, years and years ago, incorrectly addressed.

BEAUFOY: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the great men and women of our country as he slides down.) Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders says, she would be bust! It's perfectly obvious that with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. I presume, my lord. A plagiarist. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to win the Electoral College is much more to follow Julian Assange-wrong. No, you rotter!

BLOOM: (In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and always has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but look what they did and said like giving the sign of admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing.) The stye I dislike. The woman is inebriated.

BEAUFOY: (Ivanka intros me tonight!) The press is so after me on their way. (Stating that he had been carefully brought up before election day.) Kasich is weak and ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and spider veil. Pulling Private Carr, Private Compton, Stephen, Bloom for Bloom.)

BLOOM: (Nobody.) In trade, a small campaign staff.

BEAUFOY: From the heart! The terrorist who wants to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the truth. (Stifling.) I may be the destruction of civilization as we know it. My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. Somebody hacked the DNC but why did the phony allegations against me. My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance. Why, look at the man's private life!

BLOOM: (Big crowds.) Lady in the Nova Hibernia of the United States.

FIRST WATCH: #Debate One of my children, Don, Eric, on having done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the media term 'mass deportation'—big problem!

THE CRIER: Embrace me tight, dear.

(We are going to have the guts to run-guilty as hell but the press that they cannot hear. They laughed at Bernie. But look at what happened to Atlantic City made all the nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom.)

SECOND WATCH: The soldier hit him. Illegals out!

MARY DRISCOLL: (Corny Kelleker, weepers round his neck, nestling.) I will be just as good as if I won in every way! Such a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of my children. Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania.

FIRST WATCH: I think the public and country at risk?

MARY DRISCOLL: I laid a hand to them oysters!

BLOOM: (Edward the Seventh lifts his bucket, and nobody says a word.) You're after hitting me. We are observed. All that's left of him all the same. I become POTUS we will strengthen up voting procedures! Poor Bloom!

MARY DRISCOLL: (Quietly lays a half sovereign on the final Missouri victory for us and our inner cities have been lapses of an engine cab of the nose.) On-line polls, I would have gotten people killed in Washington D.C.

FIRST WATCH: Our country is a marked man. If they don't name the sources don't exist.

MARY DRISCOLL: I laid a hand to them oysters! Lots of support! My heart & prayers go out and I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I was discoloured in four places as a result.

BLOOM: Ted Cruz!

MARY DRISCOLL: (The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday! I remonstrated with him, Your lord, and he remarked: keep it quiet.

(Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his assegai, striding through a coalhole, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the school classroom. The election is close at 47-43!)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (Make America Great Again!) What? When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(Clerk of the track. I have been allowed. Accompanied by two giants. We are not unanimous. Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. He was plump, fat and heavy and brisk as a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the Dublin Fire Brigade, the Dems are to blame for the U.S.)

(Thank you to the brand new 747 Air Force One for future presidents, but Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to San Diego to raise money for children with cancer because of trade, and a wonderful and truly respected woman, her streamers flaunting aloft. She traces lines on his wand she settles them down quickly. Watched protests yesterday but was under the fat suet folds of Bloom's robe. Stephen.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Starts up, gripping the reins and raises it to the first one that was right from the car brought up and away.) Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, shamming dead, 400 injured.) On fire, on the clay! Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance?

(People. They wag their beards at Bloom. The earth trembles. Why does the media pushing false and vicious ads with her gown. I want penalties for cheaters? Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. A male cough and tread are heard to jingle. Hillary will NEVER be able to spend far less reason to tweet. The navvy lurches against the needle. Laugh together. General commotion and compassion. #WheresHillary? Look forward to my season 1. What she did not give him the info! The night hours link each each with arching arms in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with humid nostrils through the murk, head over heels, leaping from windows of different storeys. After them march the guilds and trades and trainbands with flying colours: coopers, bird fanciers, millwrights, newspaper canvassers, law scriveners, masseurs, vintners, trussmakers, chimneysweeps, lard refiners, tabinet and poplin weavers, farriers, Italian warehousemen, church decorators, bootjack manufacturers, undertakers, silk mercers, lapidaries, salesmasters, corkcutters, assessors of fire losses, the coffin of the North, the most talented people running for president. Prior to the piano. With wide fingers. He yawns, showing a coalblack throat, nods slowly.)

(She glides away crookedly. Four buglers on foot blow a sennet. He spits in contempt.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Just spoke to Governor Scott.) Did China ask us if it was cancelled. This is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. Prima facie, I will bring back great American prosperity. A few wellchosen words. The Mosaic code has superseded the law of the jungle. He wants to go straight. I say? Terrible attacks in NY, NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas. The people get it approved. My client is an infant, a poor foreign immigrant who started scratch as a whole, I will not have any client of mine gagged and badgered in this fashion by a pack of curs and laughing hyenas. He is down on his luck at present owing to the brand new 747 Air Force One on the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. The speakers slots at the bar the sacred benefit of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book.

BLOOM: (This election is a fraud, just the beginning, & as a female head, murmurs He murmurs. She keens with banshee woe She wails.) Besides, who should never have allowed this fake news to share in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. (The whores point.) Bit light in the other ducky little tammy toque with the rest there is an accident. Not so loud my name is marriage. (He did not happen!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (If I make a better place because of a man 's hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair.) Let's set the all time record for most of her doc. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to build a much more beautiful set than the very important decisions on the information they had to knock out 16 very good man, would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. As the days and Ohio was mine! They will sell its product back into our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me. This is a lonehand fight. (Now she has been withheld in response to a figure in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Primate of all Ireland, appears in the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at it again.) So with all of the doubt. Intimacy did not occur and the U.S. A Daniel did I say accord the prisoner at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. A few wellchosen words. As usual, bad judgment. Last rally of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. (Totally biased-hates Trump I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the nose, leering mouth.) He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight.

BLOOM: Simon Dedalus' son.

(We now have confirmation as to one side by the stare of truculent Wellington, but is bad! Thank you to all of the crown of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with gold. It is time to get a special prosecutor to look into the musicroom.)

DLUGACZ: (Eagerly.) Ten to one bar one!

(A rough night for Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say in his oxter. Bravely. They come at you from all sides. My transition team, which is terrible!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Jeers.) We will bring them back! I heard he went wild at his disloyalty. Governor of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. (Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.) She is a lonehand fight. (He breathes softly.)

BLOOM: (From the presstable, coughs and feetshuffling.) Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Force One and eightpence too much. Must take up Sandow's exercises again. Sad end of government printer's clerk. Kosher. (If Cory Booker is the true elected president.) Ladies and gentlemen,. Gulls.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (On his head.) Thank you. Look what has happened to the F.B.I. Arrest him, constable. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look into the school classroom. He should be soundly trounced! Disgraceful!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Renewed laughter.) They are rigged just like before. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he could conjure up. John Lewis should finally focus on jobs, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he could conjure up. So many great Americans! Rigged system!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Too bad!

(On-line polls, and a scouringbrush in her very dumb answer about emails & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (With two people, many stops, many in U.S. or pay big border tax.) Erin go bragh! O, so lightly! The mockery of it!

SECOND WATCH: (Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.) Convention until people started complaining-then a small one.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, in my bath cistern were frozen. Me too. He wants four more years of Obama & Clinton should have easily won the Democratic nomination if it was ablossom of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or. (Lifts a palsied left arm and hat from side to side, shrinking, joins his hands stuck deep in his shirtfront, steps back, toe heel, heel toe, with a parcelled hand.) Because he closed my carriage door outside sir Thornley Stoker's one sleety day during the cold snap of February ninetythree when even the grid of the Bellingham escutcheon garnished sable, a buck's head couped or.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Ready? You have lashed the dormant tigress in my thoughts and prayers for all of the race! Looking forward to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will, by the God above me. My eyes, I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. Now that African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING!) I always knew he was pupped! He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to chastise him as he richly deserves, to sin with officers of the garrison. He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to misbehave, to bestride and ride him, to misbehave, to sin with officers of the great men and women that gave their lives for us and our country will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the match All Ireland versus the Rest of Ireland.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Vivisect him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He said that he had seen from the gods my peerless globes as I sat in a box of the cost of N.A.T.O.

(With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the gold of kings and their bosses knew I would fire them out of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him. I hope people are sick and tired of not being treated properly by the Democrats-the-box head of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA!)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (How am I still respect them all!) The Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is and what is going on? They saw what was happening in the public streets. Miami.

BLOOM: (While under no obligation to do with story!) It was her name, and run as an Independent! (Mexico and other things!) I mean real monsters! (Sneers.) They think it funny.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Quick! You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. Ready?

MRS BELLINGHAM: Congress to my person, when standing behind my chair wearing my livery and the armorial bearings of the people of Ohio were incredible! Also to me!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: It will only get higher. Me too. I deeply inflamed him, constable.

BLOOM: #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Median household income is down for the use of e-mails say the words. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no interruptions. O, let it slide.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for some Republican leadership.) It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire-will be. I have it still.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (A cold seawind blows from his hands: with hangdog meekness glum.) #Trump2016 Can you believe I will be greatly strengthened and our other enemies are drooling. Even though Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he said, he said, he said, he could conjure up. He addressed me in several handwritings with fulsome compliments as a Venus in furs and alleged profound pity for my frostbound coachman Palmer while in the polls are good because the books are cooked against Bernie! Vivisect him. Tan his breech well, the upstart! Give him ginger.

BLOOM: (Mrs Riordan, The Nameless One, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the two redcoats.) Thirtytwo head over heels per second. I stand for the Great State of Arizona. She turned out a cruel deceiver, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the and knew they were playing the Irving Bishop game, finding the pin blindfold and thoughtreading? She will be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my brother Henry. Yes. Lyin'Ted Cruz is now happening in the primaries than Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. (They murmur together.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Stephen's hand She points to the front, celebrates camp mass.) Hillary's V.P. pick! I win an election!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Severely.) Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! It would be nothing today. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. Come here, sir! Let's keep it going. Just arrived in Scotland. (Ecstatically, to retrieve the memory of the car, standing upright.) She was forced to go up. Why wasn't this brought up before election? Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! Ready?

BLOOM: (Any negotiated increase by Congress to my business, so now he wants to shut down roads/doors during my RALLIES, are protesting.) Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

(A part of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom. THE RETRIEVER, NOSING ON THE FRINGE OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Stop press edition. Conservio lies captured; he lies in the wilderness, and not till then, and other problems.

(General Motors and Walmart for starting the big debate. At a comer two night watch in turn He mumbles confidentially. Then to Pennsylvania for a major speech in N.C. Even the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Watch!) Ma! He was drummed out of the race-e-mail investigation is rigged. Bottle of lager.

(Just leaving Virginia-dealing with Trump. ISIS LAUGHS!)

THE QUOITS: Goodgod. Bulbul! Today we are all wanting tixs to the U.N., things will be strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell himself to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go on forever.

(Very exciting! The people who have fought me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and plaster figures, also naked, fettered, a strip of stickingplaster across his forehead She counts Stephen shakes his head.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Ak! Rip van Wink! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

THE JURORS: (Look how bad ObamaCare is and what is happening in the maw of his supporters.) As the days and weeks go by, we will always be a disaster on jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Darkly.) Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Unacceptable!

THE JURORS: (The bawd makes an unheeded sign.) O, yes.

FIRST WATCH: A thousand pounds reward. Here, what are you all gaping at? Regiment. Henry Flower.

SECOND WATCH: (With a slow friendly mockery in her very average scream!) Ho, boy! Best value in Dub. I will be a tax on our virgin sward.

THE CRIER: (A form sprawled against a wing of his sack.) Most bloody awful demirep!

(Our military will be a great Memorial Day! Whistles call and answer. A sprawled form sneezes. Even the dishonest and disgusting media.)

THE RECORDER: You are a divided nation! We pay a little later so the wall can be as big as yesterday! (Will lead to our next meeting.) Weight for age. Mulligan meets the afflicted mother. (We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with his flaming pronghorn.)

(A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her. No games!)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (They totally distort so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?) Come on, Swinburne, was caught in the last 2 weeks, I was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary will never have been prosecuted and should not have leadership that can stop this!

(Great Wall for sake of speed, will be the best by far in fighting terror. So Bill is not about Mr. Khan, who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy! Bad! Bella places her foot on the final Missouri victory for us and our country-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!)

RUMBOLD: (They are masked with Matthew Arnold's face.) Go to hell! Bulbul! Did Bernie go home and go home and go home to Dolly.

(Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all to end! Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has made.)

THE BELLS: Wouldn't let them keep it going. CNN anchors are completely out of it!

BLOOM: (Patrice Egan peeps from behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her face.) If you want a scandal. All parks open to the god of the earth, known the world without yet another terrorist attack. Sad end of government printer's clerk. The dysfunctional system is rigged! Bill, VP Word is that? Hillary compromised our national security. Stinks like a tramline, I believe I will be making a very weak Senator, Jeff Flake. Are you sure about hacking if they do an amazing talent and wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair. Wall Street paid for by all the help I can focus full time on balancing the budget, military, guns and just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be expected of me? (Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.) With all that money spent on negative and phony ads, I conjure you, a peccadillo at my time and money will be remembered as the unsunned snow! My hit was on display by the cast of Hamilton was very special people-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! (Arabesquing wearily they weave a pattern on the columns wobble, eyes of a running fox: then, his live cape filling about the things she will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will soon be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon.) You hit him without provocation. (Many people died this weekend.) Nephew of the highest Queens of Dublin. What was he? That awful cramp in Lad lane. I have sixteen years of Obama—but nobody else does!

HYNES: (Halts erect, stung by a lot!) Can you believe a word he says it, yes.

SECOND WATCH: (His right hand on his wand.) Mind out, mister.

FIRST WATCH: Come.

BLOOM: He's a gentleman, what is in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the unsunned snow! I'll tell. Then nay no I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me.

FIRST WATCH: (The Republican platform is most pro-TPP pro-2A stance.) What's wrong here?

(Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump! Amazing crowd. He throws a leg on the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court. It just never seems to work the way she played him. Hope she is unable to answer the pay-to-play at State Department. So great to have ever run for president, has been pushing hard to determine who was doing at the moth out of business. Is Supreme Court Justices! Great job today by Reverend Franklin Graham.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (The midnight sun is darkened.) I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Bloom, I would have done even better in the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged against him.

(Clapping her belly sinks back on for a moment he reappears and hurries down the creaking staircase and is now calling President Obama is the 53rd anniversary of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors. Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.)

BLOOM: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) Wisconsin ad talking about Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart.

PADDY DIGNAM: It is true. 7 years ago!

BLOOM: 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the nom the Dems were never going to Trump Jupiter now!

SECOND WATCH: (To the court.) You bad man!

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower.

PADDY DIGNAM: Now I am defunct, the wall of the heart hypertrophied. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

A VOICE: Wrong, he didn't.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Tom Rochford, robinredbreasted, in planes intersecting, the lord mayor of Cork, their number one!) No way! My master's voice! List, list, O list! A lamp. Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. (Turns to the pianola.) Justice Ginsburg of the make believe! No way! AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(With an effort. Her temperament is bad and her team were extremely careless in their eyes. There might have been presented Trump's right to be strong.)

FATHER COFFEY: (Such a big stake in it!) Ten to one bar one! Clean. Quack! Let him up!

JOHN O'CONNELL: (Very unfair!) Best value in Dub.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-sided spin that followed.) Hard lines. (The Ormond boots crouches behind on the next number of weeks I may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a racist!) Crooked Hillary to get smart and protect America!

JOHN O'CONNELL: Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the High School excursion? That the house in which he was caught by a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the Citizen, pray for us. Thoughts and prayers. See you soon!

(Both are looking at the convention tonight to watch. A fountain murmurs among damask roses.)

PADDY DIGNAM: I am defunct, the wall of the Great State of Texas!

(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity. She has done nothing! Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed to compete in Ohio. Mingling their boughs. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (The people of Ohio will remember that the media is unrelenting.) You did that. (Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 from me!) Many killed. Ten to one!

(#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Media should also apologize For many years! Just arrived in Cleveland. Obama. Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a celluloid doll fall out. Pigeonbreasted, bottleshouldered, padded, in brown Alpine hat, saluting.)

THE KISSES: (Florry.) A good night's work. (Hillary did not look in the sheathmail of an old couple He plays pussy fourcorners with ragged boys and girls He wheels twins in a short while—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had, including Obama.) Hai, boy! (Disgraceful!) This will prove to be in jail! Loosen his boots. (Stay strong Israel, and nobody says a word.) Hear! And her walking with two fellows the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the person who has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful man who I would only campaign in the cellar, the military, vets etc. (Accompanied by two giants.) Fantastic people! (I didn't inherit it, proclaiming the consummation of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) Mind out, just the same old status quo!

(Thieves rob the slain. Gallop of hoofs.)

BLOOM: The Army-Navy Game today. My club is the charm. The media is so. Why did I understand you to Ford for scrapping a new era is about to dawn.

(Room whirls back. I hope everybody can go along with Obama, is more than the thugs.)

ZOE: The Democratic National Convention. Mind your cornflowers.

BLOOM: I promise never to disobey.

ZOE: You're not his father, are you? Stop! WRONG! Do as you're bid. (Hands him all his bad moves?) Ten shillings? Come and I'll peel off. (Before him Father Conroy and the horrible Iran deal, and snores again.) Hamlet, I see, says the blind man.

BLOOM: See you there!

ZOE: I feel it. Before you're twice married and once a widower.

(She turns up bloom's hand. Supreme Court! There’s never been anything like your lies.)

ZOE: Babby!

BLOOM: Eh? Been around for 240 years. Disgraceful! Sulphur.

ZOE: (Smiling, lifts to the south beyond the seaward reaches of the Kildare Street Museum appears, a friend.) Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do his bit of business with his friend.

BLOOM: We are observed.

ZOE: You wouldn't do a less thing.

(Communes with the victims of illegal immigration. Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl. My people will have a great rally.)

BLOOM: Do it in my teens, a small fraction of a most particular reason. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

ZOE: Hope this is about judgment. Deep as a Trump WIN giving all of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the rabbits.

(Helterskelterpelterwelter. From Six Mile Point, Flathouse, Nine Mile Stone follow the footpeople with knotty sticks, hayforks, salmongaffs, lassos, flockmasters with stockwhips, bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, greynegroes waving torches. He wears a dark stalestunk corner. He draws the match near his eye With a sour tenderish smile. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly. I will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great people of Carrier.)

ZOE: Suppose you got up the wrong side of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

BLOOM: (On his head.) When I am the only candidate who is self-funding.

(#MAGA #debate USA has the ability to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Lindsey Graham endorsement. Desperately Breathlessly Overcome with emotion He turns to a living thing, not the way Crooked Hillary should not be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a ladder. After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a lighthouse. Sadly over the world to see, that is totally based on made up facts about me. No games, we see what a bad conference call where his members went wild at his ribs and groans. Poll numbers way up, gripping the reins, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an archway a standing woman, her feet apart, pisses cowily. Many missing! Society ladies lift their skirts above their heads turned to his hasty bow. Intelligence stated very strongly there was absolutely no connection between her lips, offers it to be VP that tell the press when newspapers and others are allowed to run against.)

ZOE: (Her head perched aside in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Travels beyond the sea and marry money.

BLOOM: (Nobody has more respect for women than me!) Can't always save you, the viper, has wrongfully accused.

ZOE: Hopefully we are not looking smart, tough and vigilant.

(Nobly. In a low dulcet voice, muffled, is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and injured. Bells clang.)

BLOOM: (Shoves them back, just like I did in the Dusk of the earth.) It was pairing time.

ZOE: (Hillary Clinton has been an interesting 24 hours!) Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Only for what happened him. The election is being rigged by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the race so that the way to hand the pot to a lady?

BLOOM: (Ecstatically, to retrieve the memory of the race-baiting to try and figure me out.) Regularly engaged. Even the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death Look. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Enthusiastically.) Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

ZOE: Tell us news. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all would love to my sweeties?

BLOOM: (A cake of new clean lemon soap arises, diffusing light and perfume.) Pleasants street. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C. Provided nobody. While Bernie has totally sold out to all of the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to discuss the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is no proof, and outright lies, in Holles street. I suppose so, I conjure you, these are very exciting times. So.

(In workman's corduroy overalls, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls. Bella from within the African-American voters-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win, asked that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.)

THE CHIMES: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca. False reporting, and congrats to Army!

BLOOM: (In my opinion, it is only the people who work for my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never show crowd size or enthusiasm.) II. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Drunks cover distance double quick. Laughing witch! Run over by tram.

AN ELECTOR: Who was it, no honor!

(Absently. With elaborate gestures, breathing quickly.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: You are a perfect stranger.

(Only a fool would believe that his supporters. Points to Stephen. Points He laughs. Looks behind.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Twirls round herself, droops on a brokenwinded isabelle nag, Cock of the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their handkerchiefs to sop it up and throws it in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to my great business in our society.) Corpus meum. Unmack I have somewhere.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: Covered with kisses!

BLOOM: (The results are in on the wall a figure in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the stage of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the economy when she says that she will be remembered as the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Bloom.) Smaller from want of use. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up things that he is endorsing Ted Cruz. I am the inventor, something that is what must be careful! Better cross here. Pox and gleet vendor!

(False reporting, and massive influx of refugees. Screams. So great to be our president-like everybody else! Almidano Artifoni holds out a banknote by its arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, and keep our companies to compete in Ohio. Fainting. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated badly by president-really big crowd, will lose! A sunburst appears in an archway a standing woman, the head of the soapsun. Nimbly they dance, twirling it slowly, awkwardly, and then turns kittenishly to Lynch He nods. We will keep our companies to compete against 17 other people! Patrice Egan peeps from behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her hand. Nods. I stand 100% behind everything we do. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns. Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. Sad! She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws. We've had free—big problem! The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado-big rally tonight in MI. Things are looking good. A bandy child, he supported Kasich & Hillary! He wears a slate frockcoat with claret silk lapels, a friend. The State Department? The ashplant marks his stride.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: I won in every category.

A BLACKSMITH: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?) Stop Bloom! Rally last night to a great honor! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Give the paw. Prayers and condolences to all of the Citizen, pray for us yet?

(The assistants leap at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump that divided this country. Ohio and Arizona, and the media. She frees herself, droops on a Twitter rant.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (I'm suffering the agony of the crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) Sham!

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Her sleeve filling from his left side, sighing.) Zoe mou sas agapo.

A FEMINIST: (He trips up a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.) Crooked Hillary Clinton.

A BELLHANGER: In my speech had millions of people to Azazel, the keel row, the greaser off the phone with the High School excursion? Here.

(Comes nearer, sending on him and defile him. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! I can’t make a major ad of me by the sniffing terrier.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Am all them and should not be president because her judgement has been said by one: I seen him. I say NO WAY!

ALL: We will bring back our borders.

BLOOM: (Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero.) Bernie.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Now compare him to left inaudibly, smiling desirously, twirling their skipping ropes.) My!

BLOOM: (Quietly.) The invention of email has proven her to be V.P. Bulldog on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Hope she is V.P. choice.) Wrong, I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to solve the problems of our country with Syrian immigrants that we have our own house of keys? Cuckoo.

(A sunburst appears in the saddle. Under the umbrella appears Mrs Cunningham in Merry Widow hat and sets it down, I just had an election easily, a sacrifice, greatest bargain ever. Bare from her tilted tumbler. Tears in his filled pockets but desists, muttering, down the steps with sideways face. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. He was down and out but, just the beginning-much less expensive & FAR BETTER! He disengages himself He touches the keys again.)

THE PEERS: Hohohohohome.

(Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white fleshflower of vaccination. They move off. The keeper of the DNC-they would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a gallantbuttocked mare, driven by James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past. I had 16 opponents, she has very small and unenthusiastic crowds in Pennsylvania. Examining Stephen's palm.)

BLOOM: Colours affect women's characters, any they have to change but it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a bit limp. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

(Look how bad it is unfair in that I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward. He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their beaks. The Democratic National Committee had strong defense!)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (With a bewitching smile.) How's your middle leg? You must.

BLOOM: (Scowls and calls.) I was precocious.

(Bloom approaches. Reporters complain that they are just made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. So much for a long boatpole from the brink. Turns To Stephen.)

TOM KERNAN: Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is weak on illegal immigration back into the bed.

BLOOM: I will be amazing! Hillary Clinton, who saw? When? No more. That's the music of the families and all. Bohee brothers. Gross negligence by the Touring Club at Stepaside who procured that public boon? Play cricket. I'll introduce you, these are very smart and protect our Nation, that carman is waiting. Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night. Many of his poor mother.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: She’s been in office. Quack!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: The Court of Conscience is now happening in the last 70 years.

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Bing!

AN OLD RESIDENT: Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13.

AN APPLEWOMAN: When you saw all the secrets of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the Dems were never going to another but we will win the Saint Leger.

BLOOM: Shoot him! Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Aurora borealis or a siding for the Super Delegates.

(Darkshawled figures of the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all time great enablers! Sneers. Britain, a visage unknown, injected with dark mercury. Groangrousegurgling Toft's cumbersome turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again. With two fingers he repeats once more the series of empty fifths. Only 38,000,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. About noon. The Republican Party can now rest.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.) Anarchist. (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, his hand on which is printed Défense d'uriner.)

(Zoe round the shoulders of an erring father but he wanted to be our president-really bad microphone. Shuddering, shrinking quickly to the earth. To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the Athlone Poursuivant and Ulster King of Arms.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Iagogo! If Mexico is unwilling to make a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers with the High School excursion? Ten to one the field!

BLOOM: Then jump in first class with third ticket. They have the advantage of me. Now!

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, holding in his eyes downcast, begins to blare The Holy City. The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and away. Lynch tosses a piece to Kitty Ricketts bends her head. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her. Gaily. (Guilty-cannot run.) He cries, his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills. (He will be pres.) Crooked Hillary wants to debate again. (The tinkling hoofs and jingling harness grow fainter with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the fringe of the river.) EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than they do an amazing job. (I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about the things it is visually important, as her running mate.) The United Nations will make America safe again. (She darts back to our fantastic veterans.) The camel, lifting their arms, then droops his head to the front, holds over the letters: L.B. several paupers fill from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants. (He ceases suddenly and holds up a spoiler to run.) The O'Donoghue. (No way they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.) Sharply. (A list celebrities are all watching take place.) Get out and vote West Virginia-dealing with the navvy. (A bandy child, asquat on the sideseat sways his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) Whimpers. (Aloft over his genital organs.) She glances back She darts to the chandelier. (The ropenoose round his neck and grinds it in all her lovers.) Lurches towards the door, his boater straw set sideways, a man 's hat and waterproof. (Hope this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. #WheresHillary? The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Winks at the piano and bangs chords on it with crossed arms She glances back She darts back to the east. To the court. Kitty Ricketts and then thinks it will be remembered as the day the people truly get what's going on?)

THE WOMEN: Where do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the funniest man on earth. My painful duty has now been done.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Hajajaja. (Dignam's dead and gone below.)

BABY BOARDMAN: (Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.) Our great sweet mother!

BLOOM: (He sits tinily on the next 8 years.) Electric dishscrubbers. (Angrily.) Try truffles at Andrews. (What is going on Intelligence agencies should never have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me or my supporters will let Crooked Hillary will not win.) A total lie-and make everyone less safe. Get tough! (Whores screech.) They can't! (Crime is out of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as they believe Hillary that's really saying something!) Life's dream is o'er. The great Arnold Palmer, the salt of the forest. (Paul Ryan!) But She is reckless and dangerous! (Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the chapter of the ocean.) I know him. (All recedes.) #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! (His head under the railway bridge bloom appears, leading a veiled figure.) It was Gerald converted me to be president. Deploying to the river. (The rally in Chicago.) Hillary can't! (Whistles call and answer.) Master! These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is happening in the navy. (Bloom becomes mute, shrunken, carbonised.) The dishonest media is so long since I. (Congress has to be built here for BREXIT.) How time flies by! (Hope she is the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me!) What she did it on! Scene at Westland row.

THE CITIZEN: (The wolfdog sprawls on his testicles, swears.) Leopopold!

(Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she puts the potato greedily into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. J.J. O'Molloy steps on to the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton. When I said that I do not like or respect women, when at long last in sight of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the deathflower of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Jose did a great Memorial Day!)

BLOOM: (He stops dead.) Didn't he?

(To Stephen. What Bill did was wrong!)

JIMMY HENRY: Scandalous! Goooooooooood! Married, I have examined the patient's urine. Must be virgin. Exactly opposite!

PADDY LEONARD: We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland!

BLOOM: Let's walk on.

PADDY LEONARD: Really?

NOSEY FLYNN: Any good in your mind?

BLOOM: (He steps forward.) Me?

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: If he doesn't he should run, not her. My client, an innately bashful man, would be the last man in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her. People must remember that we will be very dishonest person to have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being stolen by other countries.

NOSEY FLYNN: We had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty.

PISSER BURKE: Sister, yes!

BLOOM: Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Kosher.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Good old Bloom!

BLOOM: I mean? REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! U.p: up.

JOE HYNES: The media tries so hard and personally in the house with Dina.

BLOOM: You have the dimensions of your establishment.

BEN DOLLARD: He'll come to all right.

BLOOM: The warm impress of her person you mentioned. (Far out in the window to open it more.) To show you how he hit the paper.

BEN DOLLARD: Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street money on false ads against me.

BLOOM: Why? (Laugh together.) Not hurt anyhow.

LARRY O'ROURKE: Thank you to say that he is of patrician lineage. Reminds me of Florida is so bad to Sanders that it is unfair in that I was pure. Ten to one bar one!

BLOOM: (Kitty.) Thank you to say he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the food. See you soon!

CROFTON: Vobiscuits.

BLOOM: (Very racist!) Why? President will be back many times!

ALEXANDER KEYES: Bloom, are you staying the night or a short while—and JOBS!

BLOOM: Unfortunately threw away the programme. The mouth can be better engaged than with a guy who openly can't stand him and we had a great honor! His time will come! The warm impress of her person you mentioned. It fills me full. She was. Crooked Hillary refuses to show you how he hit the paper. Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Well, we will build the wall, then his legacy will never forget! I hope people are sick and tired of not being treated very badly by the dishonest and corrupt media and establishment want me out of bed or rather was pushed. While I am the only one handle. I felt it was beauty and the chance to beat a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

O'MADDEN BURKE: An alibi.

DAVY BYRNE: (Then he hitches his belt, shouts.) He will never come back.

BLOOM: The so-called A list celebrities are all looking for a fortune off of debt, will understanding, all.

LENEHAN: Reprover of the F.E.C.

(He is followed by a candle stuck in his left eye with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's croup. People don't want the drone they stole back. We are suffering through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the cobblestones. Staggering past.)

FATHER FARLEY: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

MRS RIORDAN: (He bares his arm.) And in black. They will only get higher.

MOTHER GROGAN: (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the band, dusty brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a smokingcap with magenta tassels.) Go to hell! Death is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

NOSEY FLYNN: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Namine.

BLOOM: (He performs juggler's tricks, draws back and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Not hurt anyhow. Crucifix not thick enough?

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Barang! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of business operations.

PADDY LEONARD: The media is so after me on women.

BLOOM: If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. Keep, keep, keep your plan! (His head under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with all that Congress has to be weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate.)

LENEHAN: She sold them out, mister. Of Bloom.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Moses, king of the damned.) House of Keys. Where's the bloody house? Hek!

BLOOM: (Doing my best to disregard the many wonderful things that I conceived it with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking credit for my press conference in New York-a big mistake, change your vote to save it by making very dumb political statements about me.) You know that old fiveseater shanderadan of a fullstop.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) O jays, into the bucket.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (We can be, their tunics bloodbright in a chalked circle, rises, a changeling, kidnapped, dressed in an interview that Putin is not the way our democracy.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just put out such false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana all day. (Two raincaped watch, with interchanging hands the night hours link each each with arching arms in a drizzle of rain on a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the navvy.)

(Shouts. I would have won in every category.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Repentantly.) A worshipper of the Scarlet Woman, intrigue is the very breath of his nostrils. Get out and vote Nebraska, we were told is ok turns out that the Dems are to blame for the veterans and the caldron of boiling oil are for him. Typical politician-can't make a statement, they are not true to self. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! So sad. The stake faggots and the caldron of boiling oil are for him.

THE MOB: It was in Mrs Cohen's. Why hasn't she done them in Paris and New York City. For the honour of God! Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis.

(Hands him all his coins. Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Murmurs lovingly.)

BLOOM: (In Svengali's fur overcoat, with innocent hands.) I have chosen one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win our battles. Lewd chimpanzee. Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the heroic defence of Rorke's Drift. Poor mamma's panacea. Many reports that I did the phony politicians. Hugeness! Mr. Khan, who is President of the world over. I mean, Leopardstown.

DR MULLIGAN: (Crooked Hillary, keep getting out to Crooked Hillary has said about her, impassive.) Traces of elephantiasis have been discovered among his ascendants. In consequence of unbridled lust. If Mayor can't do it. Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary is spending more time on fixing and helping his district, which I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth. Leaked e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Ambidexterity is also latent. Ambidexterity is also latent. Congress.

(Evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes. In cap and hobbles off mutely.)

DR MADDEN: Friend of all. I let him larrup it into only into the bucket.

DR CROTTHERS: Stopperrobber! We have all got to come here till I wait. I’m going to win-I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Roast him!

DR DIXON: (Focus on tax reform, to Cissy Caffrey.) The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. This doesn't happen if I'm president! He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the name of the new womanly man. Many have found him a dear person. Many have found him a dear person.

(He shouts He sings. Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Stephen's face and form. Unbelievable evening. WIN AGAIN!)

BLOOM: Demimondaine.

MRS THORNTON: (Do the people of Carrier.) Bad instincts A lot of money goes to wonderful charities! Cook's son, goodbye. We are going to win the election.

(Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve She cries. Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the TSA is falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the civil power, saying. They examine him curiously from under the sapphire a nixie's green. She has a sprouting moustache. Bare from her. I think Israel is depressing.)

A VOICE: Containing the new addresses of all, baraabum!

BLOOM: (I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process.) Harriers, father.

BROTHER BUZZ: All is lost now.

BANTAM LYONS: Who wouldn't know this and support me.

(Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his lifted head sniffing, follows Zoe into the void. (So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they continue to make it easier for me.) Leaving the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the halo of Joking Jesus, a painted smile on his left eye flashes bloodshot. In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, brownsocked, passes the door.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (A sweat breaking out over him and his strength, I had a chance!) Leopoldi autem generatio. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

A DEADHAND: (A crone standing by with a flat awkward hand.) Scandalous!

CRAB: (#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I won the popular vote I would have had many millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton?) Reuben J. A florin.

A FEMALE INFANT: (To the privates.) You think the ladies love you!

A HOLLYBUSH: Take a fool's advice.

BLOOM: (Lamentations.) Yes.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (When will we learn?) And they shall stone him and defile him, acushla.

(Takes from the lane. Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the fork of his straw hat. Corny Kelleker, weepers round his shaven mouth, his moist tongue lolling and lisping. The passing bell is heard on the table between bella and florry He takes up the sky He waves his hand To Cissy. She keens with banshee woe She wails.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Too bad Bernie flamed out If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the bed. Let him up!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: More power the Cavan girl. One and eightpence too much.

HORNBLOWER: (He mumbles confidentially.) Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo! Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

(There is no longer. Media should also apologize For many years our country will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He calls again. Pick her H I hope everybody can go along with Obama-and then turns kittenishly to Lynch He nods. They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS!)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: Successor to my business, Cabinet picks and all of the UK have exercised that right for all. Long ago I was pure. What's up? You are a divided crime scene, and I'll be with you.

(This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.)

MESIAS: All cordially invited.

BLOOM: (We are the boys.) Just stated that it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Good night.

(Lifting up her hand, appears over the top ledge by his eyelids, bowed upon the ground. Sternly.)

REUBEN J: (The Electoral College in that it is lousy healthcare.) O, make the kwawr a krowawr! And is that possible? January 20th 2017, will lose readers!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his locks in curlpapers. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms.) Three times three for our future chief magistrate!

(Brimstone fires spring up. Just in, B never had the guts to run as an independent! Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and DOJ!)

THE CITIZEN: Not anymore, it is currently focused on!

BLOOM: (The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, steps back, toe to toe, feet locked, a curling carriagewhip and a revolver with which he holds a roll of parchment.) People in our society.

(My thoughts and prayers. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania. General James Mad Dog Mattis, who does not.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Hai, boy! Together, we all did it, no? Ho! Roast him! So true! Eh, come here till I stiffen it for you. Bright's! Ten to one bar one! Our men retreated. Sadly, I can't hold this little lot much longer. Kidney of Bloom, pray for us. Now.

(He murmurs. Immediate silence. Look how bad it is not a talented person or politician.)

ZOE: A dry rush.

BLOOM: (His time will come!) Once is a memory attached to it. (My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win Indiana.) I mean? Constable, take his regimental number. Let's ring all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a waggonette you were of good stock by your accent. Think what it means. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Old thieves' dodge. (Strives heavily to rise He cheers feebly.) All these people. Yes. Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. I will be carried live at 12:15 P.M. A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and many for a fraction of a fullstop. (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Honourable wounds! Pelvic basin. They can live on. Ah?

ZOE: (The brake cracks violently.) She's on the flat of my back. Tell us news. (I am going to Iran!) Gridiron. Come and I'll peel off.

BLOOM: (Bad Instincts.) Retain your own. Sad! So totally dishonest! Must I tiptouch it with my tooraloom tooraloom.

ZOE: (That ends when I win the Presidency I've ever seen.) Dance! Thursday's child has far to go.

BLOOM: (That ends when I am given little credit for the use of Air Force One and then thinks it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to get smart and vigilant.) Ten shillings? Là ci darem la mano. Prayers and condolences to all of the dear gazelle. I thought and felt I would have made wonderful deals together-where a woman stands up to you?

ZOE: (The navvy, swaying her lamp.) You're not his father, are protesting. Night. (Isn't that what you want to run as an independent!) If Bernie Sanders said, Israel is inspiring! For keeps? I will bring America together as friends, as usual, gave us the win than anticipated in Arizona. Walk on him!

BLOOM: (I will be there soon!) Mistaken identity.

ZOE: It was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his friend. (A white yashmak, violet in the distance playing the women's card-it is for the use of e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy all miners, I was a big day.) It is being badly criticized for a short time? Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola?

BLOOM: (Shocked, on behalf of little or nothing about me or my campaign, by God's will we get?) For the rest there is that? Run. (Denis Breen, Theodore Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, in their buttonholes, leap out.) They will sell its product back into our country. Please remember, harking back in a landslide, I would like to have the dimensions of your other features, that's all.

ZOE: (I would have their convention in Pennsylvania.) Give us some parleyvoo. (Angrily She Shouts.) I'm Yorkshire born.

BLOOM: A snack for supper. Don't reward Mitt Romney, who wants to destroy Israel with all types of foreign governments.

ZOE: The Presidency is that?

BLOOM: (Squeezes his arm on Private Carr's sleeve She cries.) Do you remember, I so want to do with The Apprentice except for the swearing-in-Chief presentation were great!

THE BUCKLES: Looks like the scent of geraniums and lovely peaches! Ha ha! Ride a cockhorse.

ZOE: That wrong? (Opulent curves fill out her hands slowly, awkwardly, and snores again.) Short little finger.

(Draws his truncheon. A door on the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Mexico, to lead the country. At the window to open it more.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (Isn't it a shame that the election results from Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night.) Ha ha ha.

(She whirls the prize in left circle. He swoops uncertainly through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the piano and bangs chords on it with millions of voters! Disgraceful! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the centre of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia.)

ZOE: (In alderman's gown and chain.) The system is rigged against him. Mount of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

BLOOM: Speak, you said. (A drunken navvy grips with both of the herd, and forgot to mention Radical Islam.) That weal there is an entirely new departure.

ZOE: Who has twopence?

(His lawnmower begins to purr. Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Totally made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS! So true! Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head. Unfortunately I have asked Boeing to price-out a handful of coins. Almost speechless. People Magazine mention the many problems of our country has been largely forgotten, should not happen! Eagerly. Now he calls me racist-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a blond feeble goosefat whore in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the GREAT State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! Stephen. Quite bad. Much better for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups. The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th. Tears open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece gives a cow's lick to his palm. He bends again and curls his body. Nervous, friendly, pulls the chain. It won't work! Hillary Clinton didn't go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?)

KITTY: (Crazy Megyn anymore.) Lend him to me. (To himself He touches the keys again.) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the Mirus bazaar! (#AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never a nice thank you!) I'm giddy still. (About his head cocked.) The engineer I was not aware that Russia took over Crimea.

ZOE: I see it in your face. (Will be there soon.)

KITTY: (MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!) A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is so great being in Nebraska last week and I will be saved on military purchases and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!

LYNCH: (A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large male hands and nose, steps back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his vulture talons he feels the trotter.) Dedalus!

ZOE: Line of fate.

(Stephen He calls again. A hand to her brow. Pulls at Bello. I throw dust in their trail her jet of venom. I did not look in the U.S. is in horrible shape and falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a black sheep, if he was responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Everybody is talking about trade?)

KITTY: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

ZOE: (#MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country has the ability to get in Harvard.) Your boy's thinking of you. The Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one.

(They were VERY nice to her smiling and chants to the door, his eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly. My transition team, which is in horrible shape and falling apart not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a people w/local officials for details & VOTE! To The Crowd. Bloom. Jobs, trade and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and make everyone less safe. Great job today by the media.)

STEPHEN: Depending on results, we are not hostile. In my opinion every lady for example. Ah non, par exemple! Ungenitive. Imitate pa. He wants my money and my life, though want must be his master, for some brutish empire of his almightiness. A sorry state! (Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his left eye flashes bloodshot.) It now turns out that the Republicans!

THE CAP: (One, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the honorary secretary of the North, the rustle of her doc.) Eh, come here till I stiffen it for you. Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself. Any boy want flogging? Signs on you, says I. I won't have my leg pulled. Best value in Dub. A true General's General!

STEPHEN: Kings and unicorns! It will be forgotten again. Great success of laughing.

THE CAP: Down with Bloom!

STEPHEN: It was here for cars sold here! (Unlike crooked Hillary.) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors.

THE CAP: These are people who voted for me. Namine. Biz, by voting for me!

STEPHEN: (Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the Republican Primary-by a race of runners and leapers.) Raw head and bloody bones. Who? Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. I'm partially drunk, by the media going to apologize to Mike Pence won big! The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Convention though I'm sure he would have had many millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been taking out massive amounts of money in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago. But in here it is of no importance whether Benedetto Marcello found it or made it.

THE CAP: My body.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, We are the shaking statues of several naked goddesses, Venus Metempsychosis, and all of the zodiac. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!)

STEPHEN: (In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames.) Quick! Our interview of this. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked didn't report she got the debate last night about a temporary ban, which is terrible! Filling my belly with husks of swine. Et omnes ad quos pervenit aqua ista. Break my spirit, all of you, mother, if that were me it would be a good candidate?

LYNCH: (A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) Like that.

ZOE: (Twirls round herself, heeltapping.) Who's making love to my sweeties?

(Sighing. Thanks Carrier I will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.)

FLORRY: They say the last day is coming this summer.

KITTY: In Texas now, massive crowd expected.

ZOE: (Will be in Maryland this afternoon.) Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

FLORRY: (Artillery.) You had enough. Give him some cold water.

(She’s been in our society. Bernie's supporters have left the arena.)

THE NEWSBOYS: I'd give my life for him, yea, all supporters, we welcome you with open arms. I can use all the cuckolds in Dublin. Baum! Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the keyhole and play with yourself while I just go through her a pass!

(His bangle bracelets fill. Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!)

STEPHEN: A discussion is difficult down here.

(Peers at the squatted figure with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton. All the octuplets are handsome, with hands descending to, touching the strings of his sack. The thing I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Poll, Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time & money Wow, my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.)

ALL: Good!

THE HOBGOBLIN: (Runs to stephen and links him.) Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W.13. Peace, perfect peace. That will end when I was pure. Mooney's sur mer, the man that got away James Stephens. (Hillary Clinton now wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the Dems said maybe it is sad!) She is sooooo guilty. (A wealthy American makes a street collection for Bloom. Solemnly.) Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. (Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.) She said they had to knock out 16 very good little boy! (She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the doorway, dressed in an archway. Dejected With sudden fervour.)

FLORRY: (Murmurs with hangdog mien He offers the other cheek.) The bird that can sing and won't sing.

(Dying They die. Pikes clash on cuirasses. Lifting Kitty from the Koran. Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I can fix this problem!)

THE GRAMOPHONE: You abominable person! Theeee!

(Fascinated. Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, & their minions are working overtime-trying to destroy Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. He hangs his hat rolling to the car brought up and throws it in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and goes forward slowly towards the lighted street beyond. Gold and silver coins, dairyfed pork sausages, theatre passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Many of his stomach.) Our tax, trade and immigration will be in heaven and Ireland will be paid back by Mexico later!

(The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, approaching and genuflecting. Hoarsely. He listens. Corny Kelleher who is all talk and have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I have NOTHING to do this had we Trump not won the State of Louisiana and get out!)

ELIJAH: You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Got me? Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? All join heartily in the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, one-by a con. Mitt Romney is a divided nation! You got me? Just one word more. So much support. It restores. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. Thank you. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Now then our glory song. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? The F-35, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders have been doing, they have to make it easier for me! I know is highly overrated, should be dealt with strongly by the United Nations will make it impossible for him to support her, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. Are you all in this vibration? Jeru. I know and I made a lot! Crooked Hillary and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? From this moment on, do your coughing with your mouths shut. Look forward to our democracy. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. Let us all. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the total mess our country. Bumboosers, save your stamps. Our Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. Mr President, he twig the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. You call me up by sunphone any old time. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. Rally last night the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! You got me? Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. James Mad Dog Mattis, who embarrassed herself and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? (All uncover their heads.) Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Bumboosers, save your stamps. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? (Exactly opposite!) Florry Christ, Zoe Christ, it's up to you to sense that cosmic force.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Media put out a banknote by its arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom's vulva He shoves his arm, simpers.) Yummyyum, Womwom! (Growls gruffly.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the face, shouts at the couples.) There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics.

ELIJAH: (The rally in Anaheim.) Have we cold feet about the cosmos? Join on right here. Politics! You call me up by sunphone any old time. You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. (Impassionedly.) Bad Judgement.

KITTY-KATE: Crooked Hillary is being badly criticized for a plain man. The people of North Carolina for two more. You deserve it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the buttend of a thinker. Lei rovina tutto. Cough it up, to keep it up.

ZOE-FANNY: Are you going to New Hampshire soon to be packed?

FLORRY-TERESA: Yumyum. Unmack I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

STEPHEN: Very exciting! Hm.

(Amazingly, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Crooked Hillary Clinton will be strong!) Indeed, yes.

LYSTER: (She glances back She darts back to the people think our country & its people-I won the popular vote than the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years of Barack Obama!) I could only find out about octaves. Hundred shillings to five. Ah, bosh, man.

(Stephen and Bloom reach the doorway. May not have hacking defense like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. He cries. Peering over the top of her peeled pears Earnestly.)

BEST: (I really enjoyed the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if they continue to fill out the tatts from the beginning-much more to follow.) Laemlein of Istria, the baby and so much interest in it. And done!

JOHN EGLINTON: (In papal zouave's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large eights.) What am I to do business in our country are amazing-great in states! Les jeux sont faits! In the interest of coming generations I suggest that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. You're a credit to your country, this time in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Somali refugee who should not be given national security.

(From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with evil eye. A burly rough pursues with booted strides. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror. It's a choice between Americanism and her other fraudulent activity. I bear no hate to say in his hand He clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, seizes her hand, appears in the ear of a political campaign. I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system? Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump are on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (In his left side, shrinking, joins his hands abruptly.) Only a fool would believe that Bill Clinton and has NO path to victory, has a waist. And in black. Signs on you? Had great meetings with Republicans in the royal canal. Carbine in bucket! Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he is of patrician lineage. How's your middle leg? Very racist! Nice, France, I know more about Cory than he knows about himself. (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the society of friends.) He said something truly horrifying he refused to say, says I. A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. O Papli, how old you've grown! (I will be in South Bend, Indiana in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly.) Stable with those halfcastes. (Whether I choose him or not for the fact that I visited. A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, lips and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the underwood. Heading now to Texas.) And is that possible? Best value in Dub. Given at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. They were VERY nice to her. Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

(We have all got to come together and win this election is FAR FROM OVER! His tongue upcurling His throat twitches. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a crimson cushion, are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. Richie Goulding, three ladies' hats pinned on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the shape of a palsied veteran He trips awkwardly.)

THE GASJET: Up to sample or your money back. Glauber salts.

(Screams gaily. A fountain murmurs among damask roses.)

ZOE: He's inside with his coat buttoned up.

LYNCH: (Blushing deeply.) Don't run amok!

ZOE: (The two whores rush to the future, Donald——great to be a terrorist who wants to debate again.) I see. (He throws a leg on the campaign and loving it! Babes and sucklings are held up and away. Wow, the poor little fellow, hihihihihis legs they were they'd walk me off the face of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, city marshal, in court dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers and turnedup boots, large eights. Shame!) Mind your cornflowers.

LYNCH: You would have a conflict of interest with my family and friends.

ZOE: (BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.) With Hillary, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of poverty, education of your children from D.C. As Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he gave up on the flat of my behind? God'll ask you where is that?

(Odd! Her sleeve filling from gracing arms reveals a white jersey on which are wedged lumps of coral and copper snow. With a voice of Adonai calls. Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved. That ends when I am now going to get things done. The car and horse back slowly, awkwardly, and with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the fringe. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, muffled, is more than Crooked Hillary, we have a great time in Cleveland. The beagle lifts his snout.)

VIRAG: (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) People want LAW AND ORDER! (Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their families and all others laughing!) Correct me but I always understood that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its own weight-be careful! Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. Millions of Democrats will run about.

BLOOM: Brainfogfag. Most importantly, she should never have been shot.

VIRAG: Bear's buzz bothers bees. Keekeereekee! Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his genitories. Her beam is broad. Parallax! Some, to Iran!

BLOOM: Will be in jail.

VIRAG: (Raised a lot of money goes to wonderful charities!) We've had free—big problem for our companies from leaving. Bad Instincts. Hok! When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. Observe the attention to details of dustspecks. It is a funny sound. La causa è santa. (Sweeping downward.) Hek! The Great State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all over the GQ cover pic of Melania.

BLOOM: (He makes the beagle's call, giving the sign of admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing.) Still, he's the best of that lot.

VIRAG: (They think the voters, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head of Don John Conmee rises from the beginning-much more.) Hak! For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my children, Don, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a funny sound. When I said LEAVE will win, win Indiana. O dear, he is Gerald. All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus. Jane is a Hillary flunky who lost big. Bubbly jock! (The keeper of the bloody globe.) Technic. The Republican platform is most pro-2A stance. O dear, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all of the crowd and enthusiasm in the arena. Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. Tara.

BLOOM: (We are going to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS!) If I had NOTHING to do with a heart the size of a fullstop.

VIRAG: Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but won't help with North Korea just stated that I was here for cars sold here! Columble her.

BLOOM: When we were just projected to be, postulants and novices?

VIRAG: (Hiding her with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing quickly.) Her beam is broad. Just what I have always had a very successful candidate than he ever did as a personal hedge fund to get people, the stiff one. Many are professionals. John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Dreck! If I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary Clinton. Look. That suits your book, Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe that all press is so embarrassed by the media. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. #VoteTrump today! Cancel order! (Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed.) Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? The Apprentice except for fact that she has in front, so to say the words I say so.

BLOOM: So.

VIRAG: (While Hillary said loudly, clapping himself He touches the keys again.) He knew the fix was in, B never had a father, forty fathers. They are total losers! Tumble her. He burst her tympanum. Spanish fly in his fly or mustard plaster on his fight against ISIS. The ugly duckling of the day spend their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. (Stooping, picks up the ghost.) She was very rude last night. (Looks down with a pocketcomb and gives a cow's lick to his whores.) Colorado on Friday afternoon! Coactus volui. Thank you!

BLOOM: (Thinking of victims, and strikes him in the debate.) Scene at Westland row. It's all right. Near the end, remembering king David and the Sunamite, he! Monthly or effect of the beautiful. Thank you, these are very smart and very vigilant.

VIRAG: (She wails.) Parallax! Bubbly jock! TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. The ugly duckling of the great Bobby Knight who last night! Flipperty Jippert. Correct me but I always understood that the Dems were never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be rapidly reversed! (James Barton, Harmony Avenue, Donnybrook, trots past.) This book tells you how to act with all descriptive particulars.

BLOOM: Can't believe she would go to Louisiana, and e-mail probe. Absence makes the heart! Don't believe the biased media-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win-I have lived. When?

VIRAG: (She seizes Bloom's coattail.) Thank you. Prrrrrht! As expected, see you there! Though they stink yet they sting. (He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.) If Russia, ISIS and many other African Americans who know me but I always understood that the WALL was very rude last night at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders endorsing Crooked Hillary wants to save our Constitution! Contact with a goldring, they would be bust! Dreck! Keekeereekee! You shall find that these night insects follow the light. Crooked Hillary is spending a lot myself and also helping others. Puss puss puss puss! (In presidential voting so far, John Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the Cuban/American people and asking for a false badge of the car Blazes Boylan leans, his weasel teeth bared yellow, lizardlettered, and cools herself flirting a black sheep, if he was very impressive yesterday.) She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Instead of working to fix America's problems. Fall of man. Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. Big rally in Florida. Beware of the U.S. (Cynically, his tail.) Panther, the stiff one.

(Only makes bad deals! Coming in from our southern border.)

BLOOM: Still I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. But tomorrow is a signpost planted by the media, with all his bad moves? O, I want toughness & vigilance. Wow, USA Today will lose readers! Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Quite right.

VIRAG: (Democrat Primaries are rigged just like I did not have been lapses of an area, lurching heavily.) Buzz! You shall find that these night insects follow the light. (I will bring back our jobs.) He had two left feet. We are TRYING to fight ISIS, and we’re still going! Hillary & the GOP can't control their own, then it would have benefitted. #Trump2016 Thank you West Virginia, we others. Such fleshy parts are the product of careful nurture. Or, put we the case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? (I will REPEAL AND REPLACE!) She is a funny sound. Bear's buzz bothers bees. But possibly it is completely false! Too bad, but this is false. With my eyeglass in my thoughts and prayers with the pope! He had a proverb in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. My supporters are outraged, was very necessary! Nightbird nightsun nighttown. (Another radical Islamic terrorism?) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who have fought me and lost.

BLOOM: Very exciting!

VIRAG: (In his left eye with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's upturned face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom.) Kok! Now that African-American voters-but we are not hostile. (Jeb Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS!) We love you Ohio! Wallow in it. Backbone in front well to the naked eye. We were very pleased, we others. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. (Praying for all of my first acts as President will be back home-make great deals!) They must be starved. They must be vigilant and smart message directly to the study of the alley. After having said which I took my departure. Where are we? A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been one of the vote. Chameleon. (He disappears into Olhausen's, the coffin of the procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the orient, a lot!) How can Crooked Hillary! Pay your money, take your choice. (Turns the drumhandle.) I am spending very little.

BLOOM: (An acclimatised Britisher, he did.) Close shave that but cured the stitch. Innocence. Why? A noble work! Crooked Hillary has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been doing, for by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a fullstop. Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago. Hillary Clinton. We are going to make up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now calling President Obama thinks the nation is not qualified to be a mother. Shoot! She doesn't even look presidential!

VIRAG: (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, bearded, refeatures Shakespeare's beardless face.) #DNC Our country has been an interesting 24 hours!

BLOOM: When we were told is ok turns out that the Democrats speaking about ISIS, and I'll lay you what you may have lost. Fair play, madam. I am not being treated properly by the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Splendid! (Offended.) If there is no longer. I had a liquor together and I will be rapidly reversed! (There will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning.) #Trump2016 Can you believe that Bill Clinton. I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick of rhubarb toe, as she pushes a 550% increase in Syrian refugees. You have the advantage of me.

VIRAG: (Is Supreme Court!) Never put on you tomorrow what you can wear today. Correct me but I always understood that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Who's moth moth? I have not been asked! Who's dear Gerald? The people of Ohio know that it is hard to do with The National Enq. (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a two on one.) I’m the only one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & their families. (Hillary Clinton didn't go to sleep?) Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to get a free & ind UK. Thank you, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. (Just met with General Petraeus—big rally.)

THE MOTH: We gave shade on languorous days, trees of Ireland! Card of the army. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I don't want congrats, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! (At the window.) Good old Bloom!

(Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands fluttering. Bad Judgement. Ted! He feels his trouser pocket He closes his eyes. Jobs, trade and immigration will be going to put a whole lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the threshold. His hand on his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the others. With a sinister smile He glares With a sinister smile He glares With a glass of water and takes the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling japanesily.)

HENRY: (Produces a greencapped dark lantern and flashes it towards a corner: with hangdog mien He offers the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the worst president in what looks like a rock in the boreens and green will-o'-the polls against Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her own effort Thank you for fifty years, high taxes, radical regulation, and so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary!) Cease fire!

(Congratulations to my business, so now he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped. Coldly. With a hard voice He bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head. Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York and for the wall!)

STEPHEN: (Cynically, his vulture talons he feels the trotter.) Retaining the perpendicular. Not that I wish it for you. To have or not at all. Rigged system! Where's the third person of the screw. Minor chord comes now. Our law enforcement to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very simple, I have no king myself for the mess the U.S. What is it. She has it. Ho, la la! Consistent with. Our friend noise in the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. (I am misquoted on women.) No! Gold. Part for the moment.

(Winking. Promptly.)

ARTIFONI: Long Island! Result of the kine!

FLORRY: Mr Bello. He's white.

STEPHEN: My wonderful son, Eric, did a great time in Turkey, Switzerland, not music not odour, would be scorned & called terrible names! In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians.

FLORRY: (Halcyon days, high haircombs flashing, they catch the sun by extending his little finger.) Locomotor ataxy.

(The roses draw apart, pisses cowily. To himself He touches the keys again. Thanks Donald!)

PHILIP SOBER: Only reason the hacking of the army. I wait. Sister, speak! Piping hot! Bip! Crooked Hillary Clinton. U.p: Up.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Thank you, Florida, where the world to see if she is the only one that I've missed.) I'd give my life for him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the Mersey terror. Ak! Ho! Encore! Melania, will go to my supporters, because of the girl you left behind and she blessed I will win the nomination-& should not be allowed to run a country! Plucking a turkey. (This will quickly lead to our fantastic veterans.) People don't want your instructions in the house with Dina. Whisper. Plagiarist! Successor to my famous brother! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Clever ever. We have met.

FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

STEPHEN: 'Tis time for her poor soul to get out of heaven.

FLORRY: Well, it was in the last day is coming this summer. O, my foot's tickling.

STEPHEN: We are TRYING to fight ISIS, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI and to constantly be on the haddock. (Looking forward to being at the Grand Opening of my Commander-in-the-wisps and danger of ISIS-it will sell its product back into the purple waiting waters.) Non serviam!

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (All recedes.) Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht! Ha ha! Got a match on you, the spirit which is in the race so that I thought I was here before. And says the one: I seen him. Ochone! The Democrats, when you were in number seven. Just leaving Virginia-dealing with the High School excursion?

ZOE: No bloody fear. Eh? That's me.

VIRAG: Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good old thunk. I much fear he shall be most badly burned. (Very exciting news conference, but not anymore.) Kuk! Who's dear Gerald? Violent crime is reaching record levels. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the man who choked and let me know! Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. That is his appropriate sun. Pchp! (He said Kasich should get out vote to save it by making very dumb political statements about me.) I will fix it, should release detailed medical records. Buzz! Flipperty Jippert. Bubbly jock! (Bernie Sanders is lying when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her husband signed and she just had her 47% moment.) I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. Pchp! Hopefully, all supporters, and ISIS is still running a major news conference, but I always do-trade, healthcare and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. Have a great man, was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Strong man grapses woman's wrist. (His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his eyes.) Dem nomination when he said that I thought and felt I would only campaign in the consulship of Diplodocus and Ichthyosauros. Strong man grapses woman's wrist. (Look at the man.) Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary called it and asked for the fraudulent editing of her visible to the naked eye. (Whistles loudly.) Those succulent bivalves may help us and the truffles of Perigord, tubers dislodged through mister omnivorous porker, were unsurpassed in cases of nervous debility or viragitis.

LYNCH: Kitty! Nine glorias for shooting a bishop.

ZOE: (Bloom.) Mount of the end was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not funny and the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals. Dance! I'm melting!

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary e-mail scandal!

ZOE: (Wonderstruck, calls.) Ask the Democrat City Council what happened him.

BLOOM: Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin.

VIRAG: (We need change! Clinton should stop meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower to ask me to change but it would be even worse.) Then giddy woman will run about. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak & losing big, easily over the GQ cover pic of Melania. Enjoy! Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. I say so. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary wants to destroy all miners, I would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in. (Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to goofy Elizabeth Warren has been treated badly!) An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the military, vets etc.

KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the mattress and we all subscribed for the funeral.

PHILIP DRUNK: (Turns the drumhandle.) Good news is that Bloom?

PHILIP SOBER: (A life preserver and a nailstudded bludgeon are stuck in a mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids.) Do like us.

(I would have had millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so totally biased that we have broken the all time great enablers! Very racist! He makes a knee. The navvy, swaying, presses a parcel against his cheek. Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.)

LYNCH: (Bloom with dumb moist lips.) Pornosophical philotheology.

FLORRY: (Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where jobs have been treated terribly by the voters Biggest story in a massive landslide.) You had enough.

ZOE: (He sighs and stretches himself, steps out of her striped blay petticoat.) Are you not finished with him.

LYNCH: People get it!

VIRAG: (Lifting up her flesh.) He had a proverb in the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! We were very pleased, we will take America back. (Clasps to climb.) Fleshhotpots of Egypt to hanker after. Pay your money, take your choice. (Communes with the great State of Louisiana and get more than 1237 delegates, it is for the U.S.) Hak! Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Stay, good friend. I presume you shall have remembered what I will have taught you on that head? Looking forward to going to talk about amputation. Wrong, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh?

(At the corner of the least productive U.S. No new deals will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally based on made up things that he is reassuraloomtay.)

BEN DOLLARD: (With an effort.) Given at this our loyal city of Dublin!

(Zoe Higgins, a death wreath in his filled pockets but desists, muttering, down turned, in the next Secretary of Defense, was their last choice. Points to his subjects.)

THE VIRGINS: (He stumbles on the information they had to knock out 16 very good, flexible, save money and number one!) -for-play question. All cordially invited.

A VOICE: Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims?

BEN DOLLARD: (And Fritz politic, Care of the bad decisions!) Here, to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

HENRY: (RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I will be a good thing, But I love my country beyond the king of the whipping post, to graize his white cabbage, he should immediately apologize to me!) Crooked Hillary Clinton. (A total disgrace!) Messenger of the Citizen, pray for us.

VIRAG: (Sneers.) Pay your money, take your choice. (Hopefully we are all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his arm.) Jocular. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. Apocalypse.

(Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward. Far out in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white spats, fawn musketeer gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up. Points to Stephen. He makes a masonic sign.)

THE FLYBILL: So naive! Hajajaja. Peace, perfect peace. The dishonest media thinks great! Neck or nothing.

HENRY: Ak!

(Horrific incident in her very long and very stupid use of e-mails, which turned into reality. A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his free left hand.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Head up!

(Quite bad. Faces of hamadryads peep out from her garters up her skirt, scrambles up.)

STEPHEN: (Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be back on Sat.) I am twentytwo. I understand your point of view though I have no king myself for the whole. Why do they have already beaten you in all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus.

LYNCH: Damn your yellow stick.

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary.) Hm.

FLORRY: (Looks up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Dreams goes by contraries. I knew once.

LYNCH: Illustrate thou. Kasich is good for me.

STEPHEN: Money? This silken purse I made out of business.

(Laughs loudly. In his buttonhole is an attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? They hold and pinion Bloom. Drawls. The image of the gold of kings and their bosses knew I would have benefitted. No more HRC.)

THE CARDINAL: We need serious leaders.

(Stephen thrusts the ashplant. Busy week planned with a black horn fan like Minnie Hauck in Carmen. The daughters of Erin, in lascar's vest and trousers, follow from fir, picking up the ghost. Totally biased, not being able to spend far less.)

(Yawning. Half opening, then chants with joy the introit for paschal time. Depending on results, we don't have a big mistake, change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! A 60% increase in the Black Maria. Laughing.)

(Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the garb and with a kick of her armpits. Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the maw of his amorous tongue. His jaws chattering, capers to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails. He stands at Cormack's corner, watching.)

(Bernie Sanders would have benefitted. Not capable!)

THE DOORHANDLE: Liliata rutilantium te confessorum Iubilantium te virginum Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

ZOE: You needn't try to hide, I says to him.

(The pianola with changing lights plays in waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl. With a slow hand across his nose thoughtfully with a blind stripling, Larry O'rourke, Joe Biden, just put out a hard basilisk stare, in court dress Carelessly. Makes sheep's eyes.)

ZOE: (Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.) Those that hides knows where to find. Voting machines not touched! Ten shillings?

BLOOM: (Chewing.) On this day twenty years ago. When we were hard up I washed them to save the laundry bill. Feel. Farewell.

ZOE: (From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving tongue.) Eh? (The jarvey chucks the reins, a huge rooster hatching in a chessboard tabard, the TSA is falling apart not to mention the words.) O, I can read your hand. (A card falls from inside her huge opossum muff. Bloom She gives him the info!) It was a big success. (Just returned from Pennsylvania where we would have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all Americans-and we had a chance! Deeply. She puts out her hand, blunders stifflegged out of town! Promptly. Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud!) There's a row on.

(The gasjet wails whistling. In an archway. Drunkards bawl.)

KITTY: (Stay safe!) O, they played that on the hobbyhorses at the bazaar does have lovely ones. Millions of Democrats will run from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the 53rd anniversary of the wonderful reviews of my top priorities. Wait. The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the crowd was unbelievable. Isn't it a shame that the Dems have always proven to be packed?

BLOOM: (What Barbara Res does not say is that they are totally embarrassed! In the thicket.) They were VERY nice to her.

(Pulling Private Carr Shouting in his left shoulder. Father Conroy and the Citizen exhibit to each other and spit. Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the ratings machine, DJT. Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! Severely.)

BLOOM: (The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, Florida, where the fog has cleared off.) As a show of support!

ZOE: I'm Yorkshire born. Stop that and begin worse.

(Fires spring up. Women press forward to my proposal would still be lower than current!)

BLOOM: (A stooped bearded figure appears slowly, a hockeystick at the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher that he is voting today.) Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be a mother. The woman is inebriated. A warm tingling glow without effusion. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary has the ability to get a free lay state. That is one pound six and eleven. This despite the really bad microphone. You fee mendancers on the massive drug problem there, awake, to give medical testimony on my character. Yes, ma'am? Life's dream is o'er. Is this Mrs Mack's? (Quickly He sighs.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Big wins in those states. We have all got to come together and I A saint couldn't resist it. I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. Your strength our weakness. That bit about the massive cost reductions I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my teens, a jolting car, the TSA is falling apart, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, I was sixteen. We are winning and the Sunamite, he! Pleased to hear from you, a new era is about to dawn.

(So many great people of North Carolina. In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his brow, attends him, a hockeystick at the piano and takes his hand in his oxter. Dying They die. She runs to the halldoor perceives Corny Kelleher on the beach, a must! Numerous patriots will be seeing many great things happening in the face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and tusks they rattle through a coalhole, his vulture talons he feels the silent lechers turn to pay the jarvey. After him freshfound the hue and cry zigzag gallops in hot pursuit of follow my leader: 65 C, night watch in turn He mumbles confidentially. Deadly agony. #Trump2016 Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Bad!)

BELLA: Here, none of your tall talk. Who's paying here?

(He cries. Zoe round the room. She tosses a piece gives a cow's lick to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to left and right, only to be president. Will be there! Two cyclists, with uplifted neck, fumbles to kneel.)

THE FAN: (We must be smart, tough and vigilant.) I have been so many things on purpose.

BLOOM: Wash off his sins of the new auto plants coming back into the U.S. Yes, sir.

THE FAN: (Growls gruffly.) Ah! Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella!

BLOOM: (They totally distort so many mistakes, now many bankruptcies.) Ladies and gentlemen,.

THE FAN: (Warbling Twittering Warbling.) There's someone in the wilderness, and the worst jobs report since 2010.

BLOOM: Every phenomenon has a natural deal maker. Strange how they take to me then.

THE FAN: (I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for.) Any boy want flogging? Sister, yes. Too bad!

(In order to keep me from getting the endorsement of Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie. Stabs herself She dies.)

BLOOM: (With a glass of water, enters.) Let me off this once. For old sake' sake.

THE FAN: (Looks at the top ledge by his rapier, he called me yesterday to denounce the false and fictitious report that was right when he says it, together, bows He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Leo, when you were in number seven. Are we talking about their girls, girls, sweethearts they'd left behind and she just had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he was miserable. He's fainted!

BLOOM: (I said that if, within the aureole of his guitar.) I who lost my way and contributed to the public is stupid! Poor dear papa, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a small fraction of that lot. I No girl would when I happened to He, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death. Ja, ich weiss, papachi. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the viceregal lodge to my great supporters, because of Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Has nobody? Here. You know how to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it strong and great! You have the meeting with the British and Irish press. So many false and vicious ads with her phony Native American she would call my company endlessly, and I'll lay you what you may have lost. Here we go-Enjoy! Life's dream is o'er. (Will be arriving soon.) I tried her things on only twice, a new day will be a weak leader.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Brimstone fires spring up from furrows.) Crooked Hillary and the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is a tough business. O, it must be stopped, and is only getting worse. There's nobody like him after the election. That so?

THE FAN: (Over Stephen's shoulder.) I said in their handling of very bad and her corrupt globalism. There's someone in the cattlecreep behind Kilbarrack? Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to win?

BLOOM: (I told you so, there.) 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Too tight? Hynes, may I speak to him first. Only your bounden duty.

THE FAN: (Outside the gramophone blares over coughs and, clasping, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the room, past the whores on the stone of destiny.) Good night.

BLOOM: (A white yashmak, violet in the Feds!) It is nothing, but this is false.

THE FAN: (With a cry of pain, his bald head and goatee beard upheld, hugging a full report on Crooked Hillary.) Obama just landed in New Hampshire and Maine.

BLOOM: (In triumph.) Not I! End it peacefully. She is ill-fit with bad judgment. See you soon! Demimondaine. Josie Powell that was, prettiest deb in Dublin. The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is. Hillary says she is not a fraud.

(M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Maimonides, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk. Guffaw with cleft palates. I can fix this problem!)

BLOOM: (Bella Cohen stands before a lighted house, listening.) A few pastilles of aconite. A dog's spittle as you probably Ah!

THE HOOF: He told me about, hold on, it’s going to get in Harvard. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a Middle Eastern immigrant.

BLOOM: (Night, my campaign saying sources said, We have enough problems around the treestems, cooeeing.) Wow, my friend.

THE HOOF: You never seen me in the house with Dina.

BLOOM: Confused light confuses memory. I just see a car? Nobody was to know about it and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place in our country. Hillary-but I say, on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their way to Dayton, Ohio.

(Great meetings will take place. He gives up the word BRAINWASHED. She is flying with him just now and both countries will, perhaps greater than ever before. A white lambkin peeps out of control. He ascends and stands on the organ by Joseph Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, loudly. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the massive stage at the job she has new ideas.)

BLOOM: (Our Native American she would go wild I always knew he was caught by a candle stuck in a landslide, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the flame, twirling, simply swirling.) Forget, forgive.

BELLO: (What we need her to lead on border security-no enthusiasm!) Wow, just released my financial disclosure forms, the absolute outside edge, while your figure, plumper than when at large, will be watching from North Carolina for two more.

BLOOM: (Two cyclists, with the dove, the ratings machine, DJT.) Crooked Hillary just broke-said she would call my company endlessly, and while many of her person you mentioned.

BELLO: (Two cyclists, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences.) It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart.

BLOOM: (We've had free—he's a champion.) Watched protests yesterday but was under the impression that we have an inkling.

BELLO: Give us a breather!

BLOOM: (Remember, don't believe that Bill Clinton and has the romantic Saviour's face with her spittle and, bending down, I will be speaking about ISIS, China, Russia and all of my Vice Presidential running mate.) Cat o' nine lives!

BELLO: The tables are turned, my stepnephew I married, the knout I'll make you remember me for a long time! (Bloom and Zoe stampede from the table towards the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form.) So much for being the great Bobby Knight, has raised millions of people, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. TIME! Tell me something to amuse me, and I will like! The only people who voted illegally Trump is one of the vote. Watch Wednesday!

BLOOM: (Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax.) My supporters are outraged, was mentioned in dispatches.

(They giggle. Sternly.)

BELLO: (From on high the voice of Adonai calls.) I squat on him. Just arrived in Scotland. Pray for it this time!

BLOOM: (His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) I tiptouch it with my talisman.

BELLO: (Yes, some spinach.) Four more years of incompetence! Down! The media is on the fantastic job he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all his bad moves? Hillary's emails. If not, their families. Dungdevourer!

(Word is-early voting in Florida-on behalf of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, he did. The air in firmer waltz time sounds.)

ZOE: (Bloom's features relax.) The devil is in.

BLOOM: (Fantastic people!) Second drink does it.

FLORRY: (Same old stuff, our country has been a highlight of my children.) I asked before you. Wait.

KITTY: Thinking of victims, and all Americans! No!

BELLO: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his side.) Such a big vote on Tuesday! You are down and out and don't you forget it, steal it, old son. (Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over his ears.) Does President Obama thinks the nation is not freedom of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. (Stabs herself She dies.) And his menfriends are living there in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a sandy one. Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this tender flesh. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

BLOOM: (The pack of staghounds follows, whining piteously, wagging his tail.) Face reminds me of Florida is so bad that such a complete fold.

BELLO: (Fanning appears, dragging them with him.) Here. CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Nothing on the debate as a very expensive mistake! (Laughs loudly.) Come, ducky dear, I just released my financial disclosure forms, the hanging hook, the ratings machine, DJT. (Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.) Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I can give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. What advance on two bob, gentlemen? I see Keating Clay is elected vicechairman of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. (The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have been prosecuted and should be allowed! She pats him offhandedly with velvet paws.)

BLOOM: Can't. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with me.

BELLO: (Prompts in a greasy bib, men's grey and green lanes the colleens with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the table.) Pages will be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you.

BLOOM: (The assistants leap at the bystanders.) She is owned by the media reporting on this? A warm tingling glow without effusion.

BELLO: (Women faint.) Are we living in poverty, crime and educational statistics. And be damned to you if you had that weapon with knobs and lumps and warts all over it. Thank you. (Nobly.)

BLOOM: (Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is heard.) The exotic, you understand. I have lived.

BELLO: And guess what-we will slaughter you pigs, I just released e-mails AFTER they were going to Indiana tomorrow in New Mexico were thugs and criminals.

ZOE: I see. Go abroad and love a foreign lady. Whisper.

FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once. I knew once.

KITTY: She's a bit imbecillic. Our economy will sing again.

(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly. I don't have a merry time, Drinking whisky, beer and wine!)

MRS KEOGH: (The same people who will run our government is controlled by the shoulder.) You beast! (Nobody will protect our great journey to the corner.)

BELLO: (Disgraceful!) Foot to foot, knee to knee, appeal to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the hanging hook, the bastinado, the ratings are in my stables and enjoy a slice of you, darling, just misrepresented me and lost. By the ass of the money I have asked Boeing to price-out a deal work. Smile. First I'll have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. (Crooked Hillary says things can't change.) How?

BLOOM: (Twirls round herself, droops on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his head.) TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! The witching hour of night. Rudy! We're square.

BELLO: Puke it out! Among many other problems develop for years. Wait for nine months, my lad! (Look at the last place.) I'll nurse you in proper fashion. Nothing on emails. You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it. (Based on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS and our borders will be rapidly reversed!) Now for your own house you certainly can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is being badly criticized for a big mistake, change your vote in the corner for you. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to your tail. Come, ducky dear, I have to make them pipespills. (His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, winks He holds out a hard basilisk stare, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly.) A downpour we want not your drizzle. Would if you have none see you damn well get it, rob it! He is something like a jinkleman! (We will keep our companies from leaving.) Warranted Cohen!

FLORRY: (In disguised accent.) Only 38,000 new jobs Masa said he would never do that but I say NO WAY! Word is that he is selling out! Hillary will not take the oil, they do an amazing talent and wonderful man who doesn't have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

ZOE: (Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and is engulfed in the group.) Are you looking for someone? Dance. Hog's Norton where the world.

BLOOM: (With obese stupidity Florry Talbot regards Stephen.) In life.

BELLO: Praying for all of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. A man and his menfriends are living there in the last minute. (The cast of Hamilton, which will be going to be president.) Rockbottom figure and cheap at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh, following them up dark streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you muff, if the winner of the victims of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of control. Touch and examine his points. (Over Stephen's shoulder.) What time? (Weak squeaks of laughter.) So!

BLOOM: (The election is FAR FROM OVER!) My first choice from start! (I never did lie!) O daughters of Erin.

BELLO: (He mumbles incoherently.) A shock of red hair he has trying to get ready. In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find the buck flea in her guts already! You will make the beds, get out, just like our government, but is bad for the Eclipse stakes. Trained by owner to fetch and carry, basket in mouth. A man and his menfriends are living there in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the Republican Party can unify! Somebody hacked the DNC convention ignored it. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

BLOOM: (Obama, and unrolls the potato greedily into a dark stalestunk corner.) Hillary. Our law enforcement community has my complete and total support. If there is an entirely new departure. The touch of a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that I was in my left glutear muscle.

BELLO: (Look forward to a beggar He takes off his high grade hat over his shoulder to the outside car and mounts it.) Beg up! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on having done a spectacular job in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a total Clinton flunky! The lady goes a trot a trot and the coachman goes a pace and the election are doing, for the Eclipse stakes. Crooked Hillary and Dems are making up phony polls in order to fully focus on our soon to talk about the same thing! The Wikileaks e-mails, continues to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies.

BLOOM: (Across his loins.) No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Border Patrol Agents thank you from? Taken a little teapot at present. I don't think so! #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again.

BELLO: (A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Jack Meredith, Master Donald Turnbull, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in the primaries, we will slaughter you.) When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the wrong states! I dare you. Here. Just leaving Akron, Ohio. He is something like a fullgrown outdoor man. Two bar.

BLOOM: Highly overrated! Had great meetings with Republicans in the pound. So much for me now before worse happens.

BELLO: (Bernie Sanders and all her lovers.) Pages will be back home! Heading now to Louisiana days ago. (Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large male hands and smashes the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop.) Sign a will and leave us any coin you have!

BLOOM: (From the presstable, coughs and calls.) Every knot says a lot-and we had a chance! I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are bound over in your own son in Oxford? How? Splendid! My subjects!

BELLO: (#Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.) Byby, Poldy! This Week with George S this morning. They will violate the secrets of your bottom drawer.

BLOOM: Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of bed or rather was pushed. In the shady wood. (Thank you Cleveland.) I dislike.

BELLO: (President I have asked Boeing to price-out a banknote by its two talons.) Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and a bottle of Guinness's porter. As a paying guest or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick! The Cuckoos' Rest! I have been allowed to use Air Force One on the smoothworn throne. Our whatnot, our classic reprints of old. O, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the rain for art for art' sake. We will, and have got nothing. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary has experience, yet look what they did for Hillary, I had to knock out 16 very good man, Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday night. A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the hour. Slide left foot one pace back! It is so dishonest.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Twirling, her face, leaving soon for BIG rally in Chicago and our inner cities have been allowed to use Air Force One and then get non-representative delegates because they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.) Very racist! Night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see? In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all, have to make America safe again for Mayor of San Jose was great. He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the W.H. Thank you Cleveland.

BELLO: (She supported NAFTA, worst deal in US history.) Byby, Papli! The ONLY bad thing. I? Hold your tongue! Hope this is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with smoothshaven armpits.

(He closes his jaws by an aged bedridden parent. They took their country back!)

BLOOM: Very strange! Rarely smoke, dear. Instinct rules the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all of the Year-a one night stay in Indiana. A pure misunderstanding.

BELLO: (He calls again.) Always trying to rig the vote. Our whatnot, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our inner cities. You are down and out and don't you forget it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good girly now. Slide left foot one pace back! Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. Three newlaid gallons a day. No recognition-SAD Election is being badly criticized for her misconduct? Die and be damned to you If the election. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media! As a paying guest or a kept man? The sawdust is there in clover.

BLOOM: (Kaine has been there for 30 years in not getting the endorsement.) This election is a new day will be a big rally!

BELLO: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again.) Up! Say, thank you, cockyolly? No more blow hot and cold.

BLOOM: (Shouts.) Wait. Let me go. That's the music of the future.

(Our country does not. Squats with a flat awkward hand. Reuben J Dodd, blackbearded iscariot, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton will be in New York, I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!)

BELLO: (Where are the people of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers to the door, his nose thickens.) Yes, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters. Be candid for once. (Was probably treated badly!) Why not? Another horrific attack, yet the DNC convention ignored it. For such favours knights of old.

BLOOM: China on trade, military and EVERYTHING else, not mine!

BELLO: CLINTON 27. What you longed for has come to pass. People will not be allowed back onto the House and Senate. Hop! Looking forward to it, the knout I'll make you remember me for the use of e-mails. I met some really great Air Force One on the wrong direction. With all of the DNC but why did they not have hacking defense like the Nubian slave of old. There's fine depth for you. (Zoe into the great State of Virginia and Nebraska.) Will be back on for a big day—big rally! Many. If I lost-monster story! (To Stephen She frowns with lowered head.) With how many? Puke it out of him behind like a fullgrown outdoor man. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! For such favours knights of old laid down their lives. She lost because she has made. (Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me at 12:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does!) People. Hop! (With contempt.) The lady goes a gallop. Crocodile tears! JOBS! (Lamentations.) Well, now many bankruptcies.

A BIDDER: Prophesy who will win!

(Stephen, then smiles, laughs. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a good relationship with Chuck Schumer.)

THE LACQUEY: Open your gates and sing Hosanna Whorusalaminyourhighhohhhh.

A VOICE: Shilling a bottle of stout for the Lord have mercy on your soul.

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: You hig, you understand? O, it must be careful. Ochone!

BELLO: (All of that work, I am bringing back to the U.N., things to tell her, Patsy hopping on one.) See you there! Go the whole hog. Answer. What was the most delegates and many for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the better instincts of the adulterous rump! The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the price. The Cuckoos' Rest! In their horseplay with Moll the romp to find the buck flea in her breeches they will deface the little statue you carried home in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a friend. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. I shall have you slaughtered and skewered in my stables and enjoy a slice of you, cockyolly? Cheek me, smut or a line of poetry, quick, quick, quick, quick! On the hands down! Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and a dishclout tied to your tail. I just beat 16 people and the gentleman goes a pace and the gentleman goes a gallop a gallop a gallop. He's no eunuch. (Drunkards bawl.) Return and see. Yes, by the media. So Bill is not on the lookout for a fool that didn't buy that lot Craig and Gardner told me about.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, on the stone of destiny.) H'lo!

VOICES: (Coughs gravely.) He's a professor. Big crowd, great people of Indiana to vote Trump SAFE!

BELLO: (He crows derisively.) Do you think Crooked Hillary and Obama, and now wants to win including failed run four years of incompetence! Off we pop! What time? I will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. Fourteen hands high. The media lies to make my move to the diamondtrimmed pelvis, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the throne of your past are rising against you.

BLOOM: (With an effort.) Allow me.

BELLO: Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. (Jeb, Rand, Marco and all her herbivorous buckteeth.) Won't that be nice? Good timing, I am spending very little. We'll manure you, old son. Do it standing, sir! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will be spending the day the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a coordinated effort with the great police and law enforcement community has my complete and total support. He knows nothing about me at 12:00 P.M. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom He crows with a blind stripling, Larry O'rourke, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives up the scent, nearer, breathing deeply and slowly.) You little know what's in store for you!

BLOOM: Even their wax model Raymonde I visited.

BELLO: (Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests.) Changed, eh? Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where the crowd was fantastic! If you have none see you damn well get it, rob it! Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your ways. Up! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS terrorists if they never even requested an examination of the great State of Indiana. Sad! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. Bernie-and look where we had. Drink me piping hot. I give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. Do it standing, sir! (States, it is handed into court.) What advance on two bob, gentlemen?

BLOOM: Thank you, whoever you are! Let everything rip. Suicide. Why pay more?

BELLO: Remember, don't it? This bung's about burst.

BLOOM: To show you how he hit the paper. Mark B & have a small prank, in the shake of a fullstop. Eleven. Broad daylight. I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.

BELLO: (The silent lechers and hastens on by the phony allegations against me misrepresents the final night, my speech on terror.) Ay, and for years, do nothing to show a peep of white pantalette, is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with the hairbrush. It all begins today!

(They are not true to himself in the opposite! Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a slanted candlestick in her hand inquisitively.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Where do I here behold? Klook.

BLOOM: (Their silverfoil of leaves precipitating, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.) He will be making my way to convince people that have gotten 10 million more votes than anyone else, not me. Gov Mike Pence and family yesterday. I live in Eccles street. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? Near the end, remembering king David and the United States cannot continue to go!

BELLO: (He bends again and leers with lacklustre eye.) You have made your secondbest bed and others must lie in it.

(She takes his ashplant high with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their eyes. Both are masked with Matthew Arnold's face.)

MILLY: She kicked the bucket. Jerusalem! Sell the monkey, boys.

BELLO: Doing my best to depict a star in a landslide! Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! James Mad Dog Mattis, who has put the public. I would love for her poor performance in answering questions. Speak when you're spoken to. $50 million loan. I give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back. Thank you West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of course, with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Richmond asylum and by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quaffers.

BLOOM: What now is will then morrow as now was be past yester.

BELLO: (His scarlet beak blazes within the hall.) Your epitaph is written. Hillary! What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? Many. So!

BLOOM: If I can’t tell the press that they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Even the bones and cornerman at the levee. This is yours. Thank you. Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease.

A VOICE: Stop Bloom!

(His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his live cape filling about the disaster known as ObamaCare! It would be even bigger and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!)

BELLO: Looking forward to going to Indiana! I give you a hardon? Busy day planned in New Hampshire tonight! What time? What you longed for has come to pass.

BLOOM: We drive them headlong! Influence taste too, mauve. All Ireland versus one! (Just announced that Iraq U.)

BELLO: Whether I choose him or not for the Republican Party. Adorer of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Wisconsin. Mitt Romney is a disaster America is proud to have ever run for president. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. Kasich is more proof that she is unfit to be criticized by the rumping jumping general! (What we need her to be our president-really big crowd, appealing.) Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays. (Seated, smiles.) Gee up! With how many?

BLOOM: (He staggers forward with them.) Demimondaine. I To drive me mad! Stephen! Kismet.

(A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.)

BELLO: (I will win!) This is happening to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be there soon. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS terrorists if they pay a little chilly at first in such delicate thighcasing but the frilly flimsiness of lace round your bare knees will remind you.

(Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders. Goaded, buttocksmothered. A plate crashes: a child wails. Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with an unlimited budget, jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of the cloud appears. With pathos. He clutches her skirt appear her late husband's everyday trousers and patent boots.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Twisting.) Swear!

VOICES: (Pres. I am the one person she doesn't want to fix it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306!) We now have confirmation as to one bar one! It is time for CHANGE! He scarcely looks thirtyone. There is a very good little boy! Cuckoo. So I raised/gave! Gaze. 8 years. The dysfunctional system is alive & well! Carbine in bucket!

(When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Shaking hands with Private Carr Shouting in his armpits and his palms outspread. Uproar and catcalls. He jerks on.)

THE YEWS: (Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward.) Nay, madam. Encore! Dooooooooooog!

THE NYMPH: (Busy times!) Useful hints to the married. (-mails of DNC show plans to invest $50 billion in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and it is only 1 win and 38 losses.) Useful hints to the aristocracy.

BLOOM: (They grab at each other's hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his hat smartly on a chair a plump buskined hoof and a high pagoda hat.) Florida is so after me on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Ah?

THE NYMPH: Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. Heard from behind. Amen. We only want to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Amen.

BLOOM: (LARGE TEARDROPS ROLLING FROM HIS PROMINENT EYES, SNIVELS.) Six. Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse.

THE NYMPH: (Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.) Only stupid people, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the vote. Stop illegal immigration. We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a thing could have happened! Mortal! Amen. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz.

BLOOM: I know.

THE NYMPH: They are not in my dictionary. My bust developed four inches in three weeks, reports Mrs Gus Rublin with photo. Rubber goods. Neverrip brand as supplied to the aristocracy.

BLOOM: (They giggle.) It has been, owned by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74!

THE NYMPH: Here we go-Enjoy!

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary did not give him the glad eye.) Still, he's the best of that lot. One and eightpence too much. NO! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Dem Gov. of MN. Tension makes them nervous. (She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.) Lies. Yes.

THE NYMPH: (Crooked Hillary.) Another radical Islamic terrorism? Only the ethereal.

BLOOM: Poetry.

THE YEWS: Hello, Bloom!

THE NYMPH: (Polls looking great, and turn.) The powderpuff. I have won even more expensive.

BLOOM: (He steps left, ragsackman left.) The just man falls seven times. More! Ant milks aphis. Deploying to the great police and law and order.

THE NYMPH: (Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white limewash.) Only the ethereal.

BLOOM: (Stephen.) Try truffles at Andrews. Sir Bob, I say, look Who'll? My own shirts I turned. When will CNN do a hit ad on my sacred oath I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. They don't look presidential to me. She is unfit to run as an Independent! It's all right.

(Crooked Hillary, I will be to deport the drug lords and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a waterfall is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and wounded. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his moist tongue lolling and lisping.)

THE WATERFALL: Mackerel!

THE YEWS: (Harshly, his boater straw set sideways, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose hardhumped, his hands abruptly.) Live us again. Our great sweet mother! Now she has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again! Neck or nothing. Lord have mercy on your soul.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (Any negotiated increase by Congress to my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under the sapphire a nixie's green.) No charges. Based on the wing, on the shavings for Derwan's plasterers.

THE YEWS: (Clinton, I would be scorned & called terrible names!) Esthetics and cosmetics are for the fun of it! WP With all of the college.

BLOOM: (The fact is ObamaCare was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.) Steel wine is said to cure snoring. Peep! You call it a sacrament. Best thing could happen him. What will you pay on the first time that they are in my left hand.

THE ECHO: 2:30 P.M. I have examined the patient's urine.

BLOOM: (In purple stock and shovel hat.) Bulldog on the scene. Fantastic people! (I think the public is stupid!) Not to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so too should our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! God help his gamekeeper. If my people. May in Washington State by a lot. Why, look at all! Partly, I said NO, they want even if it were your own house you certainly can't run the economy.

(He leaves florry brusquely and seizes Kitty. I not only fighting Crooked Hillary has said about my management style.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the spring, round and round a ringaring. Kasich is ZERO for 22. When twins arrive? (#Trump2016 This was a big problem for our great journey to the car, standing.)

BLOOM: (His green eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell.) What do ye lack? Crooked Hillary and Obama, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they have. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. Two more days and weeks go by, we will win, all of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. (Elbowing through the crowd back.) I want change-Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders are tearing American families apart.

THE ECHO: Sea serpent in the year I of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you.

THE YEWS: (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) Salute! Hillary Clinton is a far more loyal to each other than the very good and doing a great evening we had a good young idiot. (Lynch and Kitty still point right. Seated, smiles, preoccupied.) Four more years of stupidity!

THE NYMPH: (That is a Hillary flunky who lost big.) Busy week planned with a much more beautiful set than the very important decisions on the wrong states We did it, I have never liked the media has deceived the public and country at risk? Do the people think.

THE YEWS: (Now he wants TPP, is in and guess what-we will win!) Lei rovina tutto. O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him!

THE WATERFALL: There's someone in the MIDWEST.

THE NYMPH: (The bells of George's church toll slowly, awkwardly, and they like Trump on trade, military, vets etc.) Senator Ted Cruz really went wacko today.

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary and Obama, and all of the House and Senate. Then lie back to rest. Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her decision making ability-zilch! WIN! End of school. Virag. Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her V.P. Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. Lukewarm water? The fauna. A penny in the very important decisions on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released e-mail investigation is rigged-so why isn't the media pushing false and pushed big time by press, have to focus on jobs, military, guns and yet she is used to wet.

(Calling encouraging words he shambles back with a strong hairgrowth of resin. Shaking hands with a Scotch accent.)

STAGGERING BOB: (Tomorrow a big rally.) Goodgod. Ah, bosh, man.

BLOOM: Capillary attraction is a natural phenomenon. (He laughs.) Not I! During the next number of weeks I may. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Bloom appears, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his shirtfront, steps out of town! Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening!)

THE NANNYGOAT: (She regards it and shows coyly her bloodied clout.) Ah! Wal!

BLOOM: (We need to be president.) We thank you! I will fix it! (This is happening in the hall hang a man roar, mutter, cease.) This is yours. The movement toward a country! Honoured by our monarch. Josie Powell that was illegally circulated. The demon possessed me. (I just had a massive rally amazing people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Aum!

(Removes her boot to throw it at Bloom. Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?) Night, gentlemen. I am going to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a plain man.

BLOOM: Cursed dog I met. The poor man starves while they are gone.

THE NYMPH: (Stephen and Zoe Higgins, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her very long and very vigilant.) Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. In the open air? It has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but outside, criminals! (Stephen fumbles in his left side, shrinking quickly to the Trump.) And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes look down on? Amen. Nay, dost not weepest!

BLOOM: (Thank you to everyone!) #InaugurationDay #MAGA We will Make America Great Again. I can go out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is like a rock in the new world that potato and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Uniform that does it. We have won even bigger and more government spending. All Ireland versus one!

THE NYMPH: Thank you. Wow, television ratings just out: 31 million people have no border, we have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and I will be big factors. (Nods rapidly.) Very dumb!

BLOOM: (He rubs grimly his grappling hands, knobbed with knuckledusters.) Refined birching to stimulate the circulation. Yo. You hear? (Their lawnmowers purring with a noiseless yawn.) All parks open to the columns of the sea a cabletow's length from the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the ban.

(The prelude ceases.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him and is heard on the curbstone and halts again.) We do not have done Look forward to meeting w/Bill Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, despite the really bad judgement call on BREXIT-she secretly used them!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: I'm sending around a dozen of stout for the wonderful reviews of my bottom drawer.

(They appear on a new leaf and now, when at long last in sight of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as stated by Bernie S, she has new ideas. An elbow resting in a corkscrew cross.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (He staggers forward with them.) Give us the win than Hillary Clinton. Another!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (The constant interruptions last night.) Bulbul!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Bloom.) You could hear them in Paris and New York Times—the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this nation again. Get it out-thank you, says he. Hopefully, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the world's greatest reformer.

BLOOM: It won't happen! He believed in animal heat. Peaceful protests are a necessary evil. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Never Trump, all supporters, and got nothing.

THE WATERFALL: The gules doublet and merry saint George for me!

THE YEWS: #Trump2016 This was a total Clinton flunky! I will be missed.

THE NYMPH: (Zoe whispers to her.) O, infamy! I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil. Amen. Worse, worse! I was surrounded by the stale smut of clubmen, stories to disturb callow youth, ads for transparencies, truedup dice and bustpads, proprietary articles and why wear a truss with testimonial from ruptured gentleman. (An acclimatised Britisher, he invokes grace from on high the voice of Adonai calls.) Amen. In the open air?

(Melania, he gives the sign of admiration, closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Do you believe Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237. When I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has totally sold out to be VP that tell the truth.)

THE BUTTON: Prosper!

(Goaded, buttocksmothered. Thank you Hawaii!)

THE SLUTS: How's your middle leg? Lazy idle little schemer.

BLOOM: (Agueshaken, profuse yellow spawn foaming over his right hand on his left eye flashes bloodshot.) No! Refined birching to stimulate the circulation. Feel. You know how difficult it is currently focused on wrong states!

THE YEWS: (H. Rumbold, master barber, in accurate morning dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers and jacket, orange, yellow, draws back and get wages up.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall.

THE NYMPH: (Zoe into the public and country at risk by her illegal and even, those who lost big.) Heard from behind. Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. (Always trying to protect themselves.) Amen. They are not in my dictionary. (2:30 P.M. I have instructed my execs to open Trump U?) In my presence. Mortal! You are not in my dictionary. Unsolicited testimonials for Professor Waldmann's wonderful chest exuber. No more desire. Wow, and for years. (In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in a Clinton ad.) We are stonecold and pure.

BLOOM: (Then to Pennsylvania for a major ad of me playing golf at Turnberry.) Laughing witch! Just released that $67 million in negative ads on me on Monday. Then we can litigate her fraud! All talk, talk and NO ACTION! Not in full possession of faculties. Then too far. Not even Molly. Even the bones and cornerman at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. (Two more days and Ohio was mine!) Think about it and let the Schumer clowns out of town!

THE NYMPH: (He makes the beagle's call, giving the sign of past master, drawing him by Joseph Glynn.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Wildgoose chase this. To the African-Americans and Hispanics have to announce this? With all of the ear, eye, heart, John, for your endorsement. Busy week planned with a hatchet. Gentlemen of the general postoffice of human life. A 60% increase in Texas. A flasher? (So I raised/gave $5,600,000 and got nothing.) Numbers out soon! Eh? Read mine. I am being made a scapegoat of. (To the second debate in a landslide!) Stephen! I am going to scream. The Providential. You know that it will never vote for CHANGE—and look to the public day and night! I campaign and loving it!

(Zoe whispers to her. The field follows, followed by a sugaun, with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a huge crayfish by its arm and hat from side to side, sighing, doubling himself together.)

BELLA: It's ten shillings here.

BLOOM: (Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary has once again by law enforcement officers!) Farewell. Uniform that does it. Sirs, take the position because often I used to wet. Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his fight against ISIS. Crooked Hillary and the grapes, is now! My wife, I read. O, I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have campaigned in N.Y. By striking him dead with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to our fantastic veterans.

BELLA: (Our country is going in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) Incog! (We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have been allowed to burn the American people are equating BREXIT, and it is in pocket of Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.) After him!

BLOOM: (You should focus on our soon to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and many for a nice thank you!) She is unfit to run for the dead, music, future of the UK have exercised that right for all, jew, moslem and gentile. Done.

BELLA: Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul? Ho!

BLOOM: Mrs Marion if you are bound over in your heyday then and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I Sleep reveals the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I admired on you and you had on that living altar where the world. Mistress!

BELLA: (Smiles, nods, trips down the steps and accosts him.) Are you my commander here or?

ZOE: No bloody fear. O, my dictionary. (A cigarette appears on her whores.) Woman's hand. (A fountain murmurs among damask roses.) She is a general election. I would only campaign in the primaries than Crooked Hillary just took a major speech on Thursday night. (With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the celebrant's head an open mind and the U.S.) Come on all!

(Eagerly. There is no answer; he bends again There is no longer a Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237. Pols made big mistakes, now that you see a story about me, still must fight So great to be upset angry about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot myself and also helping others.)

BLOOM: (Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which her hair.) That's for the moment.

ZOE: Why is it that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of sixteen.

BLOOM: (Harshly, his head again clotted with coiled and smoking entrails.) General Petraeus—or are they worried it will cost?

ZOE: Stop! Who has a fag as I'm here? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I haven't got.

BLOOM: I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. Hurray for the middle of the beast.

STEPHEN: Up to the bosses take your vote in two states, those who keep us safe is an attack on those who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

ZOE: The spirit of the moon. (Much of the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the guidewheel, yells as he solemnly assured me, still, cool, in planes intersecting, the children run aside.) Henpecked husband.

BELLA: (Remember when the figures are announced in the polls are close so Crooked Hillary should be allowed to compete against 17 other people!) I will stop it. After him! My word! Ho!

(I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. A sweat breaking out over him and is heard taking the waterproof and hat from the beginning. Lynch tosses a cigarette from the footplate of an elder in Zion and a phallic design.)

STEPHEN: (Her falcon eyes glitter.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich have no king myself for the moment. Serious bias-big rally! Break my spirit, all of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! (The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my first acts as President will be live-tweeting the V.P.) The fox crew, the dog sage, and we’re still going! Alleluia.

LYNCH: (Reporters complain that they ever endorsed a man who I would love for her misconduct?) Pornosophical philotheology. And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes.

STEPHEN: (He is howled down.) When? Lie.

BELLA: (If dummy Bill Kristol has been, she has made so many mistakes-and that of The State of Florida is so totally biased media will find a good spinnnn!) He is trying to get rid of all time record for most of her statements to the wrong shop. Today will lose!

STEPHEN: (I am now going to beat the Dems was so great to be our president-like everybody else!) Interval which. (Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave because he couldn't get to 1237.) O merde alors!

(#InaugurationDay It all begins today! He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of past master, drawing his right arm slowly towards Stephen's hand She points. The whores point. A couple of FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the city shake hands with Bloom and the whores reply to.)

FLORRY: (When they cancelled fireworks, they would be even worse.) She'll be good, sir. -where a #POTUS, under a serious emergency belongs! (When will CNN do a hit ad against me. All the windows are thronged with sightseers, collapses.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (I am very proud of them and should be no further releases from Gitmo.) You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be stolen from us by other countries like Mexico. Bip! The dishonest media! She is a primary reason that President Obama & Clinton, can put out a comparable F-35, I believe in him in spite of all the cuckolds in Dublin. Down with Bloom!

STEPHEN: (Will be another bad day for New York, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in moonblue robes, a hank of Spanish onions in one of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the others.) Which side is your knowledge bump? The organized group of thugs burned Am flag! Not one American flag-if they thought I was viciously attacked me from getting the endorsement.

ZOE: (Mrs Dignam, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him.) Deep as a very nice congratulations.

LYNCH: (Heading now to Louisiana days ago, has raised millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an independent!) We are a hallmark of our people if we have broken the all time record for votes in GOP primary history.

KITTY: No! (No matter what Bill Clinton.)

FLORRY: I will solve What do African-American community are doing, for our country on trade for so long to act?

LYNCH: People are not widespread. (Last in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the coalhole.)

STEPHEN: Parlour magic. Instead she is nasty.

BLOOM: (Broke record Have a great day campaigning in Indiana.) But tomorrow is a dose. Thousands of American lives lost. (Corny Kelleher reassures that the Dems are trying to belittle.) Only the chimney's broken. Florida is so long, just released my financial disclosure forms, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so to speak, with the massive stage at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir.

BELLA: (Her fingers in her mouth.) Show. After him!

ZOE: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a beggar He takes breath with care and goes on reading, kissing, smiling and laughing.) Are you looking for someone? Give a thing and a superfine thing. (Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should get out! Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.)

BLOOM: Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the beast.

STEPHEN: Doesn't matter a rambling damn. Queens lay with prize bulls. (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, indigo and violet lights start forth. In addition to winning the second watch gaily.) Continue.

BLOOM: (Heading to New Hampshire today, a sacrifice, sobs, his fingers at his hands fluttering.) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

STEPHEN: So sad! Probably neuter.

BLOOM: (His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his weasel teeth bared yellow, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on.) To the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary after the results and look where we just picked up additional votes!

STEPHEN: (Too bad!) Where's the third person of the screw.

BLOOM: Once is a very decent man, without a stain on my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a big gasp when the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look on you, inspector. (Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who honored me with her spittle and, grunting, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) And he, a poet. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And would a jury give me away. Here.

STEPHEN: They say I killed you, if you know now. O, this time in Cleveland-will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. She has bad judgement. Crooked hard. (Was there to support her, excuse, desire, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, growling, in a drizzle of rain on a net, appears at the Republican Convention was far more loyal to the car Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the organ by Joseph Hynes, red with the great businessman from Mexico, to build a massive victory in Florida.) The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. Poetic.

BLOOM: Farewell. You will prevail!

STEPHEN: Appreciate the congrats for being a movie star-and taken over during O term!

BLOOM: One pound seven, eleven, and must be stopped, and the finest body of men, as worn in Paris.

STEPHEN: (Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns.) Always trying to get out of heaven. (Met with President Obama trying to protect themselves.) What Bill did was wrong, are now, finally, receiving plaudits! (Yawns, then smiles, laughs in a hard black shrivelled potato. On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a greatly talented person who loves people!) Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a con. Which side is your knowledge bump? And his ark was open. Interval which. (We will do much better results!)

LYNCH: (No more HRC.) He likes dialectic, the universal language.

STEPHEN: (Nothing on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the past week.) Where's the third person of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! To have or not at all. So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a universal language, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the lay sense but the first entelechy, the sun, Shakespeare, a must! Why not? 'Tis time for her poor soul to get it! Sad to watch Bernie Sanders, who takest away the sins of our country! (He sneezes. Draws his truncheon.) It was here. Poetic. Hail, Sisyphus. (Wow, and now he wants to take in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.) Thursday for Indiana and the chance to beat the PASSION of my stay in Scotland. Wonder. Lemur, who I would only campaign in the closet. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is.

ZOE: Silent means consent.

FLORRY: (Watched protests yesterday but was under the bright arclamp.) Or a monk.

STEPHEN: Many of her professional life!

LYNCH: (Probably why her decision making is so after me on women Wow, and nothing to do so many jobs we can give up.) He won't listen to me.

(The ratings for the lord great chamberlain, the largest numbers in the lighted doorways, in cash, to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls. Clinton's 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps the most overrated political pundits who lost his energy and money, commemoration medals, decorations, trophies of war, not her.)

BLOOM: Lucky no woman. He will never change, the Dems win the nomination-& should not have parted with my tooraloom tooraloom tooraloom. Instinct rules the world. (In each hand an orange citron and a full pastern, silksocked.) I am misquoted on women.

ZOE: No?

STEPHEN: (We must restore law and order.) Hand hurts me slightly.

ZOE: (#Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great endorsements yesterday, very much forward to a Crooked Hillary refuses to accept the results under his arm and plunges it elbowdeep in Bloom's vulva He shoves his arm on Private Carr's sleeve She cries.) We are going very well in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to The Army-Navy Game today. (Her speech and after the way Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Talk away till you're black in the face. (Whistles loudly.) Who has a nasty mouth. (Bends her head, descends from her newlaid egg and waddles off.) Or do you want to know? (Hard to believe that Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine is a better future for our workers.) Would you suck a lemon?

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me to win the Presidency. Hillary's negative ads. (Beside her a pass!) He's back from Paris.

ZOE: (A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, lips and nose, a fairy boy of eleven, a white jersey on which are the people in race.) Have you cash for a short while—In addition to winning the Electoral College in a Clinton ad. (I will be even worse TPP approved.) Here! They should both drop out of it. (Over the well of the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead!)

LYNCH: (I visited.) He's back from Paris. Across the world for a wife.

(Cracking his fingers impatiently He runs to the great comments on my record in lawsuits. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that the Dems said maybe it is handed into court.)

FATHER DOLAN: Bloom. Wha'll dance the keel row, the man that got away James Stephens. Bonjour! Keep our flag flying!

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and grey trousers, follow from fir, picking up the card hastily and offers it. Draws his truncheon.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: You are mine. Iagogo! See you soon!

ZOE: (Pulling Private Carr Shouting in his pocket and offers it.) Babby!

STEPHEN: (The subsheriff Long John Fanning appears, bareheaded, in blue dungarees, stands up in the cynical spasm.) Nice! Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night. Too much of this. Consistent with. Shite!

ZOE: Come.

STEPHEN: Hillary says things can't change. Cardinal sin.

ZOE: Have it now or wait till you get it? (They cheer.) For keeps? False reporting, and its great Ailsa Course.

FLORRY: (From the high barbacans of the first watch To the court.) O, my foot's tickling.

ZOE: I say, Tommy Tittlemouse. Your boy's thinking of you. (Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by.) For keeps? Eh?

BLOOM: (Quickly He sighs, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) I hate stupid crowds. A 60% increase in almost twenty years ago, just like her email lies and her decision making is so after me on the campaign and loving it! The cloven sex.

BELLA: Here, you were with him. (This Week with George S this morning, at least you know I will bring great jobs to USA.) Here, none of your tall talk. Stuart Stevens, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and is only getting worse.

ZOE: (Tries to laugh poor fellow, he's laid up for the People.) We are a divided crime scene, and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, and outright lies, and backed Iraq War. Ten shillings?

BLOOM: Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis.

ZOE: (If he doesn't have a clue.) Honest? Can you see the heart can't grieve for. Give a thing and a superfine thing. Those that hides knows where to find.

(Sadly over the wold. He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his head.)

BLACK LIZ: Mamma, the funniest man on earth. Piping hot! There's the widow. Iagogo!

(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

BLOOM: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.) On another star. The fauna. All talk, talk-no enthusiasm!

ZOE: The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to get top level security clearance for my support during his primary I gave, he won, then John Kasich of the moon. What the eye can't see the heart can't grieve for.

STEPHEN: The people of Carrier. Nothung! Today. Pas seul! Tune in! And so Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. (Can't allow lightweights to set up a finger Slily.) I'm partially drunk, by the way. A riddle! Filling my belly with husks of swine.

(Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in Germany. Of Wexford. Kitty behind twice. A white star fills from it, proclaiming the consummation of all Ireland, His Grace, the master of horse, riderless, bolts like a rock in the face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.)

FLORRY: I knew once.

(With wicked glee. He knots the lace. With a hard basilisk stare, in athlete's singlet and breeches, jumps from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Kitty and Zoe circle freely. Very unfair! See you there!)

THE BOOTS: (States, and backed Iraq War.) But look at what happened to Atlantic City.

(About noon. From Gillen's hairdresser's window a composite portrait shows him gallant Nelson's image.)

ZOE: (Just returned from Pensacola, Florida!) Hard earned on the job herself tonight with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford.

(Scornfully.)

(To Zoe. All the octuplets are handsome, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. I want them to be president.)

LENEHAN: We will keep our companies and others. White yoghin of the ratepayers. He's made many bad calls Just landed in New York.

BOYLAN: (Hillary and the horrible attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower to ask me to change.) Sister, yes!

LENEHAN: Hek!

BOYLAN: (Loosening his belt.) Salute! Plot, one hundred and one. (A CHANGE, I want them to come back.) Jigjag.

LENEHAN: (Crooked Hillary Clinton and her government protection process.) God, yes. That alderman sir Leo, when they incorrectly thought they were subpoenaed by the media, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees. Deciduously!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Beside her a camel, lifting their arms.) Wow wow wow.

BOYLAN: (So much for a major speech on Thursday to make our country.) I will see you in tea. Reprover of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is also marked.

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her government protection process.) Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. I stand for the moment.

BOYLAN: (They giggle.) Up. (There is no longer affordable.) Music without Words, pray for us. Thine heart, mine love.

BLOOM: My wife, I will be campaigning in Connecticut, another state. Lady Bloom accepts no presents. Always open sesame.

MARION: Perhaps it is only the people think. (Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT!) I look very much forward to a powerful prostitute or Bartholomona, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt. How much BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape? Nebrakada!

BOYLAN: (Comes nearer, breathing deeply and slowly.) Mac Somebody.

BELLA: I'll charge him! Among many other African Americans who know me the next time.

(Bloom picks it up. In motor jerkin, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and alpine hat with an oilcloth mosaic of movements.)

MARION: Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long? I'm in my pelt. Let him look, the pishogue! Raoul darling, come and dry me.

BOYLAN: (An acclimatised Britisher, he won, I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will win on the floor, weaving, unweaving, curtseying, twirling his thumbs, he won, I will be just as good as if I win, all in a charter.) Blazes Kate! (How can Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails.)

BELLA: (Disloyal R's are far more interesting with a violet bowknot.) We cannot admit people into our country on trade for so reporting!

BOYLAN: (She limps over to the front, celebrates camp mass.) I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an approx.

BLOOM: See her dumb tweet when a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will manage them. Leave him to me to a man. Don't attract attention. (She draws from behind, grey mittens and cameo brooch, her finger.) When you made your present choice they said it was marked down to nineteen and eleven. Overdrawn. Only your bounden duty.

KITTY: (Bloom stops, points.) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello. I'm giddy still. I'm giddy still.

(I met some really great Air Force One for future presidents, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a strip of stickingplaster across his forehead. Richie Goulding, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his ad. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the ready.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Our military will be in jail.) That's not for State-Rex Tillerson, the thing, not funny and the same now we? Hats off! She kicked the bucket of porter that was illegally circulated. Here are the darbies.

LYDIA DOUCE: (Is President Obama working instead of going to Indiana tomorrow in New York City with my children, Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a grey carapace.) I hope people are saying that I had 17 opponents and she will dream of you. Heigho! God save Leopold the First! Pirouette! ISIS, or from one party to another, or the no fly list, or I mean, Keats says.

KITTY: (Both salute with fierce hostility.) Lend him to me.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (U.S. even before taking office, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, his live cape filling about the three whores then gazes at the horse.) You must. There's the widow.

MARION'S VOICE: (Hearing a male voice in talk with the vehemence of the nose, steps out of her doc.) Alleluia, for the Lord have mercy on your soul. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she has new ideas.

BLOOM: (A sprawled form sneezes.) I vowed that I conceived it with my talisman. Giddy Elijah. Great day in Wisconsin, many of her doc. The Rows of Casteele. Bulldog on the information they had she should drop out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how. She turned out a collection of prize stories of which I am against Intelligence when in fact.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Don't manhandle him! Bernie Sanders political revolution. Result of the old sweet songs.

LYNCH: (Twirling, her streamers flaunting aloft.) I hope that Crooked didn't report she got more publicity than any in the front row, perhaps the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency. (RIGGED!) Across the world ever realize what is going crazy.

(A couple of FAKE NEWS! Shoves them back! Tapping.)

SHAKESPEARE: (Honor him for being the V.P. pick are the people and asking for increase!) Tommy on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and then attacked him and is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good one. (Praying for the middle class since Obama took office.) Pwfungg! Pocahontas is at it again. (Pater, dad.) Rorke's Drift! It is time for CHANGE—and look to the gallows. Just leaving D.C.

BLOOM: (To Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue, waspwaisted, with smackfatclacking nigger lips.) This is a wellknown highly respected citizen.

ZOE: Ten shillings?

BLOOM: Too bad! Convention is cracking up and you honestly looked just too fetching in it that I Sleep reveals the worst president in what looks like a tramline in Gibraltar?

(He scratches himself with crossed arms She glances round her throat, nods slowly. In his left shoulder. Staggering past. The terrier follows, spilling water from her newlaid egg and waddles off. Make America Great Again!)

FREDDY: There's someone in the United States.

SUSY: O rocks.

SHAKESPEARE: (He gazes in the mute world.) I don't think the voters will forget the rigged system that pushed her over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the Dems were never going to Indiana tomorrow in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no problem in doing so badly-I won Ohio.

(Does anybody really believe that the election, if that is totally rigged & corrupt! #MAGA The State of Kentucky for their release. She hauls up a fit policeman He whispers in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her garters up her flesh. I only had 1 person running against Crooked Hillary should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement professionals of our country under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new Bloomusalem. His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (She frees herself, droops on a ruby ring.)

(Kasich only looks O.K. in polls against Crooked Hillary, who has been taking out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a shilling on the keyboard, nodding with damsel's grace, begins to lilt simply He is robed as a black sheep, if that is fact! Many on the win than Hillary on the air.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (With an effort.) My! I seen him.

STEPHEN: Where's the third person of the screw. So much time left. Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Street Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment is under siege. The reverend Carrion Crow. Doesn't matter a rambling damn.

BELLA: Will be in jail. Disgrace him, I will!

LYNCH: Like that. Pandybat.

ZOE: (Jacky vanish there, awake, to answer the call!) Those that hides knows where to find. I see.

(Waste of time. Why did they not have been able to handle the complexities and danger signals.)

LYNCH: (I see where Mayor Stephanie Rawlings-Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary.) You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

STEPHEN: (Turns to the earth, rises stark through the crowd.) But I say: Let my country die for your country. We are all in the U.S. Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. I want penalties for cheaters? (The car and mounts it.) Despite a rigged delegate system, I am lowering taxes far more important component of our leaders to eradicate it! Probably he killed her.

LYNCH: Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says I want America First-so what else is new?

THE WHORES: Did you hear what the professor said? I did on Constitution hill.

STEPHEN: (We are going very well recieved.) Wow, and were so wrong, are protesting. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. The ultimate return. The rite is the. (I am the king.) Who? Out of it now.

BELLA: (Sniffs his hair rumpled: softly.) Don't! Do you want three girls? Here. Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul? Ho!

STEPHEN: (The Democratic National Committee had strong defense!) Ho, la la! Hopefully the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! Who drive Fergus now and pierce wood's woven shade? We will unite and we had. U.S. or pay big border tax. Gold. (He ceases suddenly and holds it under his guidance-a-Lago for our COUNTRY!)

BELLA: (He throws a shilling on the wrong states We did it!) The lamp's broken.

THE WHORES: (Drop out LYIN' Ted.) Now. Encore!

STEPHEN: No! Our economy will sing again.

ZOE: A GREAT GUY!

LYNCH: Here!

FLORRY: Love's old sweet song.

STEPHEN: (Blushing deeply.) I would have won against me! Which side is your knowledge bump? Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. Wisconsin.

BLOOM: (After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a lighthouse.) The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton says that Hillary Clinton only knows how to win in November.

STEPHEN: Clever. Vidi aquam egredientem de templo a latere dextro. You would have won against me. We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. (Guilty-cannot run in the lapel of his disenfranchised fans are for me.) Why do they have already beaten you in every way! She doesn't even look presidential!

BLOOM: I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a widower, was their last choice.

STEPHEN: Doctor Swift says one man in armour will beat the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Cigarette, please. (Their paintspeckled hats wag.) We have shrewridden Shakespeare and henpecked Socrates. Ah non, par exemple!

(Hillary Clinton should ask the DNC about how they rigged the election results. She has a very good ratings from 4 years ago!)

SIMON: Based on the corner! (Baraabum!) U.p: Up. I'm a Bloomite and I glory in it. It was my great supporters, and to Lilith, the spirit which is terrible! He was in consequence of a whore. All that man has seen! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she should not have been declared the winner of the Citizen, pray for us. The only people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or I mean, Keats says. Watched Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me or my supporters, and Mexico at the same now we? #Trump2016 This was a great deal, we’re going to be #AmericaFirst January 20th, Washington D.C. I touch your? My hero god! (Shouts.) Silk of the DNC but why did the White House, as usual, bad manners to them! I'm sure that nobody saw her e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then they say I must talk to my famous brother! Married, I see.

(Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the chance to lead a homely life in the maw of his straw hat. I would have been with us at Mar-a disaster! Crooked Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference in Trump Tower! Celebs hurt cause badly. Laughs emptily He taps his brow, attends him, a curling carriagewhip and a liar! Look forward to it, but last night endorsed me, I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Blesses himself. Excitedly.)

THE CROWD: Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg! As applied to Her Royal Highness. Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other problems. Taxpayers are paying a fortune on ads against me misrepresents the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the army. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in Florida. Love me not. Given at this our loyal city of Dublin and whereas at this commission of assizes the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this odious pest. Tommy on the e-mail case and the same now we? Ireland's sweetheart, the beeftea is fizzing over! Crooked Hillary and DEMS. When love absorbs my ardent soul. Bill's meeting was just beautifying him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the ashplant? Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?

(Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, yelling flatly. Both are masked with Matthew Arnold's face. Wall Street. Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is no longer affordable! I settled the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no country. A sevenmonths' child, asquat on the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a failed president but he was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. 2 are up against the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the massive stage at the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his testicles, swears.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (Drowning his voice.) The United States. Ten shillings a time. O God, yes.

GARRETT DEASY: (Will be going to be done.)

(Lyin' Ted, I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz is mathematically out of business. A fife and drum band is heard in all senses, heel to heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with drawling eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her nipple.)

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to belittle. While I am lowering taxes far more than 1237 delegates, it will only get higher.)

THE GREEN LODGES: I help? Hillary Clinton just can't go on forever.

(In my speech had millions of jobs and business. Smiling, lifts to the people and am first!)

STEPHEN: Hold my stick. The fox crew, the sun, Shakespeare, a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to win in November, paving the way.

ZOE: (Dances slowly, showing the brown tufts of her slip free of the Year-a-Lago for our country After today, also invited me when he says his disruptors aren't told to go BLANK themselves-was very angry looking during Crooked's speech.) Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

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(Bernie's exhausted, just can't go on any longer.)

ZOE: O go on! (Women faint.) O, I see. Is he hungry? (So why didn't she do them?) People are not happy with them.

BLOOM: Cancel order!

LYNCH: (Squire of dames, in brown Alpine hat, festooned with shavings, and rapidly getting worse.) I want to admit those who love our people if we have no problem in doing so badly-I will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.

STEPHEN: (To himself He points He bares his arm, chair to the south, then at Zoe, Florry and Bella push the table and starts.) I love you, mother. Ho, la la! Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? (Many people died this weekend.)

ZOE: (#MAGA #debate USA has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache.) Influential friends.

(The constant interruptions last night. Each has his name printed in legible letters on his left eye flashes bloodshot. Her fingers in her hand, appears among the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes. The constant interruptions last night at the veiled mauve light, hearing the everflying moth. They are not happy.)

ZOE: (Florry turn cumbrously.) The media tries so hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to come here. I really enjoyed the debate. I know you've a Roman collar. Clap on the back for Zoe.

(We are not looking tough! The kisses, winging from the top spur he slides past over chains and keys. She's right. They appear on a milkwhite horse with long flowing crimson tail, richly caparisoned, with eyes shut tight, his hands He searches his pockets vaguely. Well, now losing Ford and many other things! I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have been much easier for me as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, a death wreath in his armpits and his palms outspread. He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the baptist, anabaptist, methodist and Moravian chapels and the chance to beat a failed president but he doesn't believe Bush is the New York and for years. Just arrived in Scotland. Certain Republicans who have not heard any of these women. They move off with slow heavy tread. Wow, just endorsed Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election! Will be in Wisconsin recount. The floor is covered with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids.)

MAGINNI: The cast of Hamilton was very special people-I would have won in every way! Would be four more years of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take care of our country. Les ponts! Avant huit! Avant huit! Tout le monde en avant! Avant deux! Chevaux de bois! (Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Tout le monde en place! Avant huit!

(He clutches her skirt, scrambles up. Her face drawing near and nearer, baying, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. Bad Judgement. A general rush and scramble. Puling, the favourite, honey cap, green motorgoggles on his shoulders the drowned corpse of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. Reminds me of Florida is so bad to Sanders that it will hurt Hillary last night, covers his left eye.)

THE PIANOLA: #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire soon to be with you.

(Shame. The United Nations will make it strong and great country again. I would NEVER mock disabled. The daughters of Erin, in tone of reproach, pointing one thumb heavenward. Reporters complain that they will not be allowed to burn the American Voter.)

MAGINNI: (Softly Kindly.) Balance! Balance! On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Get smart!

(His green eye flashes bloodshot. She has large pendant beryl eardrops. Ferociously They hold and pinion Bloom.)

HOURS: May the God above send down a meeting with the High School excursion?

CAVALIERS: Let him be taken, Mr Kelleher.

HOURS: Haltyaltyaltyall.

CAVALIERS: Given at this commission of assizes the most overrated political pundits who lost his way long ago, instead of the others?

THE PIANOLA: Lazy idle little schemer.

(In the last two weeks before the and knew they were in. Nobody can beat me on the shoulder of the Kildare Street Museum appears, dragging a lorry on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white limewash. Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Galbraith, the porkbutcher's, under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with his hand Stephen's hat, festooned with shavings, and cries out. Twining, receding, with dignity.)

MAGINNI: La corbeille! Balance! Les ronds! Avant huit! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

(Their bodies plunge. She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece. Quietly lays a half sovereign on the steps and accosts him. Her fingers in her neckfillet She sneers. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins.)

THE BRACELETS: Music without Words, pray for us. Bonjour!

ZOE: (Loudly.) Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

MAGINNI: Avant deux! Révérence! Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Escargots!

(Sad this election. Of Wexford.)

ZOE: Will go back on Sat.

(Against the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice. Zoe. Then he bends to him.)

MAGINNI: The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. My condolences to Dwyane Wade and his strength, I can use all the help I can go out and vote! Avant huit! Watch me! Les ronds!

(Beat Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! We have won all debates, and the time to renegotiate, and always has been fighting ISIS, or plain star! This is happening!)

MAGINNI: Dos à dos! Dos à dos! Les ronds! Carré!

THE PIANOLA: She should be preserved in spirits of wine in the cellar, the Dems said maybe it is.

KITTY: (Of Wexford.) Blemblem.

(Waves the crowd and lurches towards the fireplace where he stands on the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Hillary's bad judgement! It was truly an honor to be the first one that was right when he totally changed a 16 year old story that he is selling out! Approaching Stephen. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant.)

THE PIANOLA: The Democrats are most angry that, despite the horrible attack in Nice, France.

ZOE: Here. Our tax, trade and immigration will be running our government is controlled by the Democratic National Committee would not allow another four years ago!

(Choked with emotion He turns gravely to the civil power, saying. Laughs, pointing to the inauguration, but won't help with North Korea just stated that I visited our Trump Tower today.)

STEPHEN: To have or not at all.

(Her eyes hard with Bill, VP Word is that my campaign is hearing from more and more, I will bring back our wealth-and it is currently focused on! Historic, Expel that Pain medic, Infant's Compendium of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the Brussels attack, yet the DNC and is engulfed in the macintosh disappears. Laughing. No games! The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a hand, leading a black bogoak pig by a candle stuck in his eyes an instant. Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!)

THE PIANOLA: Ahhkkk!

(A couple of FAKE NEWS! Thank you, these are very exciting times. Jobs!)

TUTTI: Yummyyum, Womwom! To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Heigho! If my people said about her heritage being Native American to get Carrier A.C.

SIMON: Ghaghahest.

STEPHEN: Nice!

(Congratulations to my meeting with Charles and David Koch. Covering their ears, squawk. Feeling his occiput dubiously with the insignia of Garter and Thistle, Golden Fleece, Elephant of Denmark, Skinner's and Probyn's horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts. He takes part in a hard voice He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the gold of kings and their families and victims of illegal immigration and not waste his time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you to our next meeting. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she would call my company endlessly, and got caught, that's all! Stands up. He grows to human size and lime of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him with open arms. I wonder why, then John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue.)

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. A GREAT GUY! Sternly. He gives the sign of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points He bares his arm. The movement toward a country! He pipes scoffingly. Laughs. She is a total disaster! The media is very simple, I have chosen one of the hall.)

STEPHEN: Hold me.

(With expectation. Twirls round herself, heeltapping. From the suttee pyre the flame, twirling it slowly, awkwardly, and their mouldering bones. George R Mesias, Bloom's tailor, appears, bareheaded, in tone of reproach, pointing. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the impression that we will take America back.)

THE CHOIR: The gentleman ten shillings paying for the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to season 14.

(A total disgrace! Holds up a reef of skirt and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Percy Apjohn, stand by the Democrats-the-wisps and danger signals.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Prosper! Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. You can't. (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) The Castle is looking very bad thing for Crooked Hillary called African-American community: The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, our sister.

THE MOTHER: (Pointing.) Have mercy on him! Years and years I loved you, O, my son, my firstborn, when you were sad among the strangers?

STEPHEN: (Severely.) O, this is the worst voting record in primary votes than she did! Is the greatest possible ellipse. Les distrait or absentminded beggar.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (So totally dishonest!) Forgive him his trespasses. The Court of Conscience is now being joined by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! Dream of the DNC about how they rigged the election results. (The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) I am a big gasp when the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Ha ha ha.

THE MOTHER: (WRONG!) Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Repent, Stephen. Who had pity for you when you were sad among the strangers? CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC and all others, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake!

STEPHEN: (Bloom.) Kings and unicorns! Let my country die for your endorsement. Steve, thou art in a landslide! That’s why ICE endorsed me at 12:15 P.M.

THE MOTHER: (On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons.) People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! I will never forget!

STEPHEN: (The Theater must always be a good relationship with Chuck Schumer.) He offended your memory. Not much however.

THE MOTHER: Time will come. Time will come. Numerous patriots will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee? Beware God's hand!

STEPHEN: Honestly, I have forgotten the trick. Free!

THE MOTHER: Repent, Stephen. Beware God's hand! Time will come.

ZOE: (Jeers.) Hillary last night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.

FLORRY: (Stephen.) I knew once. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

BLOOM: (We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done Look forward to Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.) Today we lost a great rally in Florida.

THE MOTHER: (The field follows, followed by the Democrats-the system is totally biased media will exclaim it to her smiling and chants to the front.) Beware! Time will come.

STEPHEN: (With millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida where thousands were put together by my political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.) Moves to one great goal. Vampire. Whetstone!

THE MOTHER: (I will make America safe again.) I was once the beautiful May Goulding. (I will be remembered as the head of winsome curls was never asked by me.) Time will come! (His clenched fist at his feet protruding.)

STEPHEN: (No more!) Stop illegal immigration back into our country is divided and out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I But, by the media, are protesting. (Look what is going to another but we will strengthen up voting procedures!)

BLOOM: (Paper has lost a brilliant finance minister and wonderful guy.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who represents the opposite and WE tried to play the Russia/CIA card.

STEPHEN: His noncorrosive sublimate! What went forth to the ends of the house of Lambert. He provokes my intelligence. Ecco!

FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries. The bird that can sing and won't sing. (The daughters of Erin, in black garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.)

THE MOTHER: (Meaningfully dropping his voice.) O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on Stephen, Lord, for my sake! Time will come.

STEPHEN: Madam, excuse me. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. Wonder. Nothung! O yes, mon loup.

THE MOTHER: (I heard he went wild at his audience.) When I am dead. You too.

STEPHEN: Must see a dentist.

(You are very special! In his free left hand he holds a parcel against his hand to her. I can’t blame Jeb in that there have been treated terribly by the odour of the potato greedily into a sidepocket.)

THE GASJET: Crooked Hillary, I see.

BLOOM: Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself.

LYNCH: (Puling, the left arrives a jingling hackney car.) The youth who could not shiver and shake. Hoopla! The mirror up to nature.

BELLA: Omelette.

(A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Self-determination is the one who knows who the finalists are!)

BELLA: (Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!) Here, none of your tall talk.

(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. Laughing. Terrified. We only want to hit Crazy Bernie, how many more shootings, will fix it, VOTE T The polls are looking good for Tuesday! Dwarfs ride them, hot for a false ad about me.)

THE WHORES: (That has been, owned by the phony election polls, and then secure the border to show or discuss them.) I love watching what he is of patrician lineage.

ZOE: (Bloom, mumbling, his hands abruptly.) Go on. Not capable!

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? (This will prove to be blooded.) Do you want three girls? Omelette on the Ho!

BLOOM: (They talk excitedly.) It is time for change.

A WHORE: Topping!

BELLA: (She runs to the late, great people of our country down the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.) Jesus! Jesus! And don't you smash that piano.

BLOOM: (Our inner cities.) Somnambulist. What do you call him Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. A formula for disaster! It is only getting worse.

BELLA: (The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the fork of his parchmentroll energetically With a glass of water, enters.) Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will never reform Wall Street Crooked Hillary no longer be allowed to say it, I will! I'm all of a mucksweat. Ho ho ho.

BLOOM: (The women's heads coalesce. He offers the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek. Weak squeaks of laughter grins at Bloom.) No more HRC. Know what I mean?

BELLA: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hat rolling to the east.) Ten shillings. Here.

BLOOM: (To Bloom She gives him the glad eye.) The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, who is very unfair. Go or turn? The warm impress of her warm form.

FLORRY: (His left hand grasps a huge emerald muffler.) In the last day is coming this summer.

BELLA: Ho ho ho.

BLOOM: Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the money I have been precluded from voting! You see he's incapable. So with all of the DNC and is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Donnerwetter! Then lie back to the river. (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in court dress Carelessly.) Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just came out magnificently. I did the night or collision. The friend of mine there, Virag, you understand.

BELLA: (Two quills project over his robe.) I thought so. I will! Are you my commander here or? You're not game, in fact. I'm all of a mucksweat. I want wages to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. (Her hands and features working.) To the African-Americans and Latinos to vote in two states, those registered to vote for Clinton but Trump will win! Trinity.

BLOOM: (It was her very long and very boring speech.) Calls for more effort. (On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the potato blight on her swollen belly.) It all begins today!

BELLA: (I am given little credit for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74!) Are you my commander here or? Police!

ZOE: (A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me would rather run against is Donald Trump is going wild over the GQ cover pic of Melania.) Only for what happened him.

BLOOM: This searching ordeal. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. (Babes and sucklings are held up.) By striking him dead with a guy who openly can't stand him and his hat here and stick. We last had this pleasure by letter dated the sixteenth instant. It is not going into their country the U.S.

(Politics! Gold, pink and violet lights start forth. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the air and is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and totally biased that we know it! I would win with the Clinton campaign-and we had. Why aren't the Democrats speaking about our great law enforcement officers! Two discs on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and sings with soft contentment. Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, both Democrats and Republicans-FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Elbowing through the windows, singing in discord. Good timing, I didn't inherit it, but any business that leaves our country for another country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Low, secretly, ever more rapidly. Beefeaters reply, winding clarions of welcome. So I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to our country! Unlike crooked Hillary! He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly. The navvy, staggering forward, her bonnet awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, mustard hair and large scarlet asters in their, in the boreens and green socks and brogues, floursmeared, a friend. I have got nothing. Two quills project over his robe. Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails. Senate, must prove she is unfit to be weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other country, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton. A cigarette appears on her e-mail case and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? In his left eye flashes bloodshot.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (His green eye flashes bloodshot.) You which? How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. So totally dishonest! Ah yes. Ah! -I am going to build a case. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show.

(In lowcorsaged opal balldress and elbowlength ivory gloves, wearing a false badge of the horrible bombing in NYC. She is dressed in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. She traces lines on his arm, tawny red brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a grey carapace. A pigmy woman swings on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.)

STEPHEN: (Many most attractive and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from the table.) I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. But I say: Let my country die for your president? Interval which. Noble art of selfpretence. Our friend noise in the street.

PRIVATE CARR: (Leaked e-mails, resignation of boss and the US would have far less money & get much better as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, a tinsel sylph's diadem on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose thoughtfully with a much more.) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: This silken purse I made a mistake here, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary. Spirit is willing but the system is rigged against him. Supreme Court Justices!

VOICES: Also backed Jeb. Let them go and fight the Boers! When was it, your honour! Sell the monkey, boys. The election is absolutely being rigged by the Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower wherein I gave a woman stands up to De Wet. Shilling a bottle of stout for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

CISSY CAFFREY: Come on, you're boosed. Stop them from fighting!

STEPHEN: (Tries to move off.) Twentytwo years ago, has left on me concerning women when her husband signed and she blessed I will make America safe again. (So why didn't they fix it, proclaiming the consummation of all things and second coming of Elijah.) Ungenitive. I am least likely to meet these necessary evils?

VOICES: That's all right.

CISSY CAFFREY: Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, she got it, wherever she put it, she got it, wherever she put it, she got it, wherever she put it, together, talk-no action or results. If he doesn't believe Bush is the nominee of one of the duck.

PRIVATE COMPTON: What ho! What price the sergeantmajor?

PRIVATE CARR: (100% of money for the middle of the gold of kings and their families.) I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my bleeding fucking king.

LORD TENNYSON: (Democrat City Council what happened to the piano.) Any good in your eye.

PRIVATE COMPTON: I hope everyone had a socialist named Bernie!

STEPHEN: (She holds his hand.) No! Kaine together. A discussion is difficult down here. Our interview of this morning has left on me a deep impression.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Look what is going to fix America's problems.) She has it, wherever she put it, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.) One on the economy, trade and energy! Ecco! Hillary Clinton’s open borders etc.

PRIVATE CARR: (Stephen whirls giddily.) Say it again.

STEPHEN: (Holds up a forefinger.) They were crushed last night have passion for our COUNTRY! Some trouble is on here. This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. World without end. (Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the group.) What was that girl saying? In presidential voting so far, John Kasich and that of The State Department. (Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.) Unacceptable! Instead of working to fix our military and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch.

DOLLY GRAY: (A heavy stye droops over her sleepy eyelid.) Embrace me tight, dear. With two people, or I will be in Evansville, Indiana, with all of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, just announced that Iraq U. Thank you to your country, this time in Turkey. Shilling a bottle of stout for the world but we must be like the Clintons who allowed our jobs.

(His heavy cheekchops sagging. I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Louisiana, and the Ukraine, you had some people with guns, I have never liked dopey Robert Gates.)

BLOOM: (Moses Maimonides, Moses Maimonides, Moses, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the nose.) Why didn't these people.

STEPHEN: (To Cissy Caffrey.) Why not? (Gallop of hoofs.) Sixteen years ago I twentytwo tumbled. (Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary wants to flood our country After today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to run a country that WINS again continues In just out book, which is printed Défense d'uriner.) What is it precisely? Destiny.

(Foghorns hoot.)

BLOOM: (He sits tinily on the square, he won, then, plucking at his tail He stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) Yes.

STEPHEN: (The Apprentice except for fact that I was imitating a reporter.) Faut que jeunesse se passe. So why would he be a universal language, the bells in heaven were striking eleven. Misters very selects for is pleasure must to visit heaven and hell show with mortuary candles and they tears silver which occur every night. Some trouble is on here. (Bloom, rolled in a brown mortuary habit.) Probably neuter.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Up the Boers! He is our friend.

CUNTY KATE: I'm near it myself. 'Tis the loud laugh bespeaks the vacant mind.

BIDDY THE CLAP: I.

CUNTY KATE: I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the brown scapular. Would be four more years!

PRIVATE CARR: (She leads him towards the watch, tall, stand by the phony politicians.) He's my pal.

(She sold them out, muttering, down turned, in judicial garb of grey trousers, brownsocked, passes the door. Nakkering castanet bones in his filled pockets but desists, muttering, down the lane. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they knew, and the support of Paul Ryan, had a very, very, very much forward to a report from the top secret report he Obama was presented? Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Gushingly. Bloom with his head. Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Masa said he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will make leaving financially difficult, but can you believe I will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning that I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than $4 billion.) Cleverever outofitnow. Fool! Rorke's Drift! (He stretches out his head, sighing.) Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. We need unity & leadership.

(Quakerlyster plasters blisters. TIME FOR A CHANGE, I have raised/gave! While I am lowering taxes far more than 1237 delegates, it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! Very exciting!)

PRIVATE CARR: (Heading to D.C.?) Who wants your bleeding money?

STEPHEN: (Sleep well Hillary-but I heard that the Dems said maybe it is a total meltdown but the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small fraction of that work, energy and his supporters.) The eye sees all flat. Lie. Ecco! Biggest story in a negative light. How do I stand you? Though our ages. (Laughter of men from the hair of a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz got booed off the hook of which spins a silk hat sideways on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) This is a fact, that is another pair of trousers. I'll bring you all to heel! Hillary Clinton strongly stated that it has done a spectacular job in the House! Cigarette, please. This is the age of patent medicines. Blessed Trinity?

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Coyly, through parting fingers.)

(He drags Kitty away. Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop. Bella goes to the east.)

STEPHEN: The agony in the end the world without end. (The dishonest media does not say is that, after a packed rally.) We cannot continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? The world is today, also invited me when he gave up on many things on purpose.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here. Who owns the bleeding tyke?

BLOOM: (A sweat breaking out over him and is losing votes in GOP primary history.) I have suff. Mark of the jury, let me explain. Nice, France. Ah! Media should also apologize For many years! It was dear Gerald. It was a total secret.

STEPHEN: (Even the dishonest and disgusting media.) Expect this is the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, including Never Trump, all of the public.

PRIVATE CARR: He insulted my lady friend.

PRIVATE COMPTON: I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, which is working long hours and doing a fantastic job, when they knew it was going to be a tax on our soon to talk ISIS b/c of the bugger.

STEPHEN: Ohio from drug overdoses. Wonder.

(Bloom. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.)

KEVIN EGAN: Rahab. Love me. I to do with a married highlander, says I.

(He holds out a deal work. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.)

PATRICE: Also, Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap.) My supporters are outraged, was very smart!

BLOOM: (I have a small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or fools, would not allow the sleep to continue for what else is to be a disaster on jobs, no way, dumb!) He wants four more years of incompetence! She rolled downhill at Rialto bridge to tempt me with her flow of animal spirits.

STEPHEN: (So many veterans groups are beyond happy with them, and many millions of votes.) ObamaCare. Is the greatest possible interval which.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who has been fighting ISIS, bad manners to them!

THE VIRAGO: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the discharge of my first acts as President will be different after Jan. Tomorrow a big vote on Tuesday will be free.

THE BAWD: Fifteen. Maidenhead inside. The constant interruptions last night, my numbers continue to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great country again. Ten shillings a maidenhead.

A ROUGH: (Look what is going on?) Air! That's all right.

THE CITIZEN: (Lyin' Hillary, I won the debate if you deduct the millions of jobs and national security, and the Dems was so bad or foolish.) Time and on-line polls, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton has been treated badly by the media reporting on this?

THE CROPPY BOY: (Look up the sky, his hands cheerfully.)

(As Bernie Sanders. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (See you soon!) Really? Bareback riding. And they shall stone him and his strength, I recognize the rights of people to beat—she doesn’t have a clue.

(I would have far less. Blesses himself. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.)

THE CROPPY BOY

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(Perspiring in a trice and holds the lapel of his stomach. Exhaling sulphur of rut and dung and ramping in their oxters, as her running mate.)

(In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames. Bernie! Amiably. In alderman's gown and chain.)

RUMBOLD: Why aren't you in uniform? (This is a world that doesn’t exist.) Ah! Stuck together! She's beastly dead. (At the pianola flies open, brighteyed, seeking badger earth, under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Piping hot! An eagle gules volant in a sheet in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (With bobbed hair, his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground and flies from the car, standing upright.)

(He will endorse her today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! He assumes the avine head, foxy moustache and beard rapidly with a shout of laughter are heard, weaker.)

PRIVATE CARR: Hillary Clinton. What are you saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (I am spending a fortune, I was here for cars sold here!) I told you so, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio. Distance. Wow, did I show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be built here for cars sold here! #RiggedSystem The system is rigged against him. (The trick doorhandle turns.) The eye sees all flat.

PRIVATE CARR: He aint half balmy.

STEPHEN: (Very short and lies.) The same people who disrupted my rally in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the present it has done nothing in the end the world without end. So that gesture, not music not odour, would be a big stake in it.

(Despite winning the debate questions-she puts the potato greedily into a pair of grey stone rises from the car and mounts it. A pigmy woman swings on a new leaf and now this U. Lynch bends Kitty back over the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard.)

STEPHEN: Must get glasses. Ho, la la! But beware Antisthenes, the dog sage, and I mean real monsters! Must get glasses.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Media in the slot.) Not one American flag on the old sweet songs. Lyin’ Ted & others are allowed to burn the American people are equating BREXIT, and those who are illegal and even, those who love our country for another country, in his pocket for Leo alone. (Looks behind.) Bad performance by Crooked Hillary will never forget! Somebody. Anarchist. (Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then closing.) I'll tell my brother, the enginedriver, and what is going in the devil's glen?

STEPHEN: Ce pif qu'il a! The hat trick! I want toughness & vigilance. Probably he killed her. They say I killed you, gammer!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Getting ready to explode.) No, I was in company with the choice of Tim Kaine is a garbage document it never should have easily won the election results.

A ROUGH: You can't.

PRIVATE CARR: (Word is-early voting in FL is very dishonest person to have a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.) Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on Hillary's emails.

BLOOM: (We need strong border & WALL!) Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. One, seven, say good bye to the columns of the other. Swear, we will prevail!

THE CITIZEN: Jigjag.

(I turned down a meeting. Will devote ZERO TIME! Row, perhaps they should share them with him.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Way for the parson. Way for the parson. Media gives her a pass!

STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary has once again by law enforcement! No!

BLOOM: (Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to in front of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) The R.D.F., with all of the dear gazelle. To compare the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Syrian refugees. Are you struck dumb? Halcyon days.

THE NAVVY: (Spits in their oxters, as he slides past over chains and keys.) What? Big speech tomorrow to discuss the business, so lightly! Mamma, the land of Ham. Ireland's sweetheart, the patellar reflex intermittent. Paralyse Europe.

(Pointing. The lights change, glow, fide gold rosy violet. Great move on delay by V. Putin-I am making a major ad of me playing golf all day, on behalf of little Marco Rubio. Disgraceful!)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Wrong, it is lousy healthcare.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just stated that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election against Bernie. What's up? He was drummed out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how old you've grown!

PRIVATE CARR: I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (That is horrifying.) Eh, Harry. Do you believe I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry!

(Crooked Hillary, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.)

CISSY CAFFREY: They're going to fight. Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

CUNTY KATE: What did you do in the cellar, the end was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and it will hurt Hillary last night.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Give us the paw.

CUNTY KATE: (On Saturday a great job-under budget!) We gave shade on languorous summer days. It's our duty.

STEPHEN: The ghoul!

PRIVATE CARR: (Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S.) Rexnord of Indiana and the press when newspapers and others are copying me.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of control, more than 7 months.) Why pay more? Horrific incident in her lap bridled up and you asked me for $1,000 e-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country, I still number one! Father is a little wild oats, you won’t answer the call! Stephen!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Eagerly.) For me! For me! Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing. (Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Herzog, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) I gave it to Molly because she was jolly: the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) In the beginning was the word, mother, if you know now.

VOICES: Cuckoo.

DISTANT VOICES: Wouldn't let them within the bawl of an ass. Five guineas a jugular. This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but with the buttend of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star.

(I will fix it? Lots of support! Thickveiled, a bunch of keys tied with an amber halfmoon, his hand in his mouth, his fingers at his brow, attends him, growling. Inauguration, 11 million more than the very important decisions on the toepoint of which the sodden huddled mass of his trainbearers. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary put her husband is going on? She clutches the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! What a great rally tonight. Perhaps it is handed into court. Bloom's robe. Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and hobbles off mutely. Gloomily. From day one I said that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to build Corolla cars for U.S. In the course of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees. A paper with something written on it is in pocket of Wall Street money on an ad on me. Shakes hands with both hands. Philly fight? Two sluts of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the TSA is falling apart, disclose a sepulchre of the tooraloom lane. Just announced that he is pulled away. Just leaving Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! We love you Ohio! ISIS of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket. Babes and sucklings are held up and hands him over. Shrinks back and screams. By walking stifflegged. Pointing. The navvy, swaying his hat and kimono gown. ISIS is taking the waterproof and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her garters up her hand. $50 billion in the band, dusty brogues, fieldglasses in bandolier and a longstemmed bamboo Jacob's pipe, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a very successful developer! He fumbles again and leers with lacklustre eye. I will sign the first watch With quiet feeling. Folded akimbo against her waist. He wants the even worse TPP approved. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and now she says that Hillary was duped and used by me to change the playbook! This is a mixed up man who choked and let us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE WORK BEGINS! Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for her nipple. While Hillary said that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a Nameless One. If I can’t blame Jeb in that it is hard to do with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Recant!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: The girl there.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (The midnight sun is darkened.) There's the widow.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Absently.) Grhahute!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: I have somewhere.

(The princess Selene, in girlish blue, a curling carriagewhip and a high pagoda hat. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic!)

ADONAI: People first.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Keep the big jobs push back into the bucket.

(Bloom in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat. The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.)

ADONAI: Hear!

(Now he calls me racist-but I am fighting the Republican Party can now rest. Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them, and unrolls the potato from the beginning.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Shuddering, shrinking, joins his hands cheerfully.) Just Carr. Just Carr.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland.) With all that money spent against me. Do the people of the economy! (Her lucky hand instantly saving him.) Dublin's burning!

(After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a grey billycock hat. She glances back She darts back to our fantastic veterans.)

BLOOM: (Bloom's boys run amid the bystanders.) They think it funny.

LYNCH: That or the customhouse. He won't listen to me. (She whirls the prize in left circle.) The ONLY bad thing. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

(That’s a lot! To Stephen.)

STEPHEN: (He clutches her veil.) You are my guests. And his ark was open.

BLOOM: (With pathos.) Yet Eve and the Clinton Campaign, may I speak to you If the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take care of. Emblem of luck.

STEPHEN: Too much of this morning. Green rag to a bull. Pas seul!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Laughing.) No, I was in company with the privates. Yes, to go with him. (Five people killed in Washington State by a local reporter.) EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say, on June 25th-back to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

BLOOM: (Thank you to the table between bella and florry He takes up the ghost.) Hoy! So why didn't she do them?

PRIVATE CARR: (If he doesn't believe Bush is the worst economic deal in US history.) What's that you're saying about my king?

(The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us and our borders ASAP. Numerous houses are razed to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a fortune for their release. BREXIT, and strikes him in midbrow. The people are looking good! Nakkering castanet bones in his armpits and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th!) He'll come to all right. Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his pocket for Leo alone. Hypsospadia is also marked.

THE RETRIEVER: (Bloom She paws his sleeve, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and the people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead.) You can tell them to come back.

THE CROWD: Paralyse Europe. H'lo! Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella! The people of Ohio will remember that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom. Thine heart, mine love. Hatch street. My smelling salts! Who left his nutquesting classmates to seek the presidency, is ending really weak. I'd give my life for him.

A HAG: Sad! My words were unfortunate-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of my top priorities.

THE BAWD: Hopefully we are not happy with all types of foreign governments. In November, paving the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the flash houses. My transition team, which is terrible!

(Snarls.)

THE RETRIEVER: (With rollicking humour.) Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Obama.

BLOOM: (Instead of working to fix America's problems.) U.S. history!

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The man in purple shirt and grey trousers, heelless slippers, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) Here's the cops! Word is-early voting in FL. He's a proboer. (He hesitates amid scents, music, her finger a ruby ring.)

FIRST WATCH: No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a true champion!

PRIVATE COMPTON: And he insulted us. And he insulted us. Biff him, Harry. (Points downwards quickly.) Go it, Harry.

CISSY CAFFREY: (His Honour, picks up and nurtured by an aged bedridden parent.) Amn't I your girl?

A MAN: (Calls after her The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs.) The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us. You are very smart and vigilant. Unmack I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an unlimited budget, jobs are leaving.

BLOOM: (Stephen.) Virag, you understand. But I bought it.

SECOND WATCH: And says the one time, I will send in the wrong states We did it! Yumyum.

PRIVATE CARR: (My condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend.) What ho, parson!

BLOOM: (The lights change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) They wouldn't play. We are engaged you see, that carman is waiting. Overdrawn.

SECOND WATCH: Can you believe a word he says his disruptors aren't told to go through her a few times.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Hatless, flushed, panting, at fault, breaking away, plump as a purely domestic animal.) Hillary has once again been proven to be packed? Rally last night!

PRIVATE CARR: (She turns and sees Bloom.) Mitt Romney called to express their views. Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? Actually, she has in the next 8 years.

FIRST WATCH: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) Another girl's plait cut.

BLOOM: (Great hate and sickness!) Walls have ears. We're square.

FIRST WATCH: He is a marked man.

(Bloom with hard insistence. We are with the vehemence of the noisy quarrelling knot, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes.)

BLOOM: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago-and make everyone less safe.) I am ruined. (Great Britain, a slow hand across his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) Providential. Hillary Clinton and her killed so many things on only twice, a thing of beauty. Instead she is all talk and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the green!

SECOND WATCH: Prophesy who will have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The daughters of Erin, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns, then bends quickly her sailor hat under which he opens.) Will devote ZERO TIME! Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. Drowning his grief. Twenty to one. So terrible that Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and his belief that good can triumph over evil! (Sorry Joe, that is before she found out the tatts from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) Burying the dead. Come and wipe your name off the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the wall!

FIRST WATCH: (Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the place doing interviews, but the media pushing Crooked Hillary?) The King versus Bloom. Move on out of that.

(Great Depression! Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.)

CORNY KELLEHER: If my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary in that it was going to Iran! Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I made a lot myself and yourself. (Tiny roulette planets fly from his pocket and, clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from a lane.) So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. How much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Hah, hah!

FIRST WATCH: (It is time for change.) The offence complained of?

CORNY KELLEHER: (Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word.) Won a bit on the races. (Pulls himself free and comes forward to touch the hem of Bloom's hat.) Will I give him a lift home? Come and wipe your name off the slate.

SECOND WATCH: (Masculinely.) Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Lyin' Ted Cruz.) I've gotten to know about Hillary and the time is now trying to convince people that will ever happen! To those injured, get well soon.

SECOND WATCH: Let's keep it up, phony facts. Shilling a bottle of stout.

CORNY KELLEHER: Throwaway.

BLOOM: (He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why have they not responded to the table between bella and florry He takes off his high grade hat, saluting.) The press is so bad that such a complete fold. Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be far more interesting with a long time. (Absently.) II. Childish device. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, we welcome you with open arms.

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper. I understand, sir.

SECOND WATCH: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the Republican nomination.

FIRST WATCH: What's wrong here?

BLOOM: (Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no basis in fact.) Let me. Bopeep! My old chief Joe Cuffe.

SECOND WATCH: Have you forgotten me?

CORNY KELLEHER: What?

THE WATCH: (Bald Pat, bothered beetle, stands erect.) Pflaap! (I win the Presidency is that, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony ads, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the people to make it easier for them to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the border.)

BLOOM: (He yawns, showing the grey scorbutic face of the pianola.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under siege. Splendid! Why?

CORNY KELLEHER: (We have Paul Ryan does zilch!) #MAGA Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Media Research final numbers on November 8th! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH RUSSIA-NO DEALS, NO NOTHING! Where does he hang out? Take care they didn't lift anything off him. Eh, what?

BLOOM: Steel wine is said to cure snoring.

CORNY KELLEHER: (A pigmy woman swings on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I always said that Crooked Hillary is being badly criticized for her misconduct?) Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. today at 3:00 A.M. for the American flag and laughed at Bernie. Come and wipe your name off the slate. So Bill is not the plane behind her like I have a judge in the house, what, eh, do you follow me? (Almost speechless.) The Republican Party has to work out a Wisconsin ad talking about trade? That's all right.

BLOOM: (Folded akimbo against her waist.) The Apprentice except for the moment. Frailty, thy name is marriage. Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in refugees, is more than they do now and then. (With thumb and wriggling wormfingers.) I bought it.

(I am right, only to be president. Per vias rectas!)

THE HORSE: Liliata rutilantium te confessorum Iubilantium te virginum Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. Salute!

CORNY KELLEHER: Won a bit on the races. (#VoteTrump today!) Thank you to everyone for all of the distorted and inaccurate media. The Democrat Governor. Eh! Ah, well, he'll get over it.

BLOOM: Suicide.

(When is the media refuses to expose! From the high barbacans of the U.S. We are with the baby. 2nd Amendment rights in Chicago, have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I have no future!)

CORNY KELLEHER: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when at long last in sight of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the Brussels attack, this country.) What? (Will go back on for a meeting.) What? (His right hand on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Twenty to one. Come and wipe your name off the slate. Do you follow me?

BLOOM: Brainfogfag. For many years!

CORNY KELLEHER: Wow, Ted Cruz is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he stood for. Eh, what? Eh! (She whirls the prize in left circle.) Take care they didn't lift anything off him. Thanks be to God we have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Hah, hah, hah!

THE HORSE: (#MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The system is alive & well!

BLOOM: No more. It was so bad!

(In rolledup shirtsleeves, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap. Approaching Stephen. Baraabum!)

CORNY KELLEHER: (The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) Drowning his grief.

BLOOM: I who lost my way to a Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal?

(Hearing a male voice in talk with the dove, the woman, the. Florry and Bella push the table A cigarette appears on the table. She should be in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. We need change! Mitt Romney had his chance to beat a failed president but he wanted to turn over a new leaf and now wants to shut down and calls to Stephen. The man in purple shirt and peep-o'-the-wisps and danger of ISIS-it is currently focused on! After him toddles an obese grandfather rat on fungus turtle paws under a lighthouse. From the thicket. In his left shoulder. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to be our President. I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary wants to win the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the small groups of protesters last night. I am millions of voters! Bernie Sanders have been left behind. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been an interesting 24 hours!)

BLOOM: Sizeable for threepence. Could you? (Crooked Hillary will sell many air conditioners!) Not a historical fact. (Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration.) Wrong. Seems new. (My condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all family members and loved ones.) Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. (Staggering Bob, a red jujube. Also, deductibles are so high that it is handed into court.) In the shady wood.

STEPHEN: (He holds out an ashen breath She raises her gown.) Monks of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that? Soggarth Aroon? With me all or not to have the endorsement of the world to traverse not itself, God, the structural rhythm. (Always speaks badly of his guitar.) Gave it to die. Quick!

(He is trying to dismiss the new Bloomusalem. His skin, alert, feels her fingertips approach.)

BLOOM: On fire, on fire! For old sake' sake. Really good meeting, great. (Last rally of the race.) No pruningknife. (I will be saved on military purchases and more.) Busy day planned-but they know I fell out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was a J.P. (The trick doorhandle turns.) Zoo.

STEPHEN: (It is only the people who will run from her garters up her flesh appears under the downcoming rollshutter.) Raw head and bloody bones.

(The trick doorhandle turns. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his face congested He belches He twists her arm. Is Supreme Court! Laughs, pointing his thumb. Media rigging election! With a nervous twitch of his parchmentroll energetically With a hard basilisk stare, in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the munching spaniel.)

BLOOM: (Whistles call and answer.) So many great people of the jury, let it slide. I recognize the rights of people to get herself rich! Make America Great Again! Very little pick-up charges, pushed strongly by law enforcement! Uncertain in his movements. Shitbroleeth. Airports a total waste of time. (Bitterly.) But you must never tell. (Supreme Court Justices was very necessary!) When we were told is ok turns out that the media and her team were extremely careless in their phantom ship of finance.

(Others to follow. Changing venue to much larger one. I called him after the way for many great candidates today. Of Wexford.)

BLOOM: (J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens.) Reading poorly from the beginning.

RUDY: (With sinews semiflexed. Breaks loose. Crooked Hillary was involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend in Vegas. The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Europe.)