#fun fact. he used to have a mechanical tail but I scrapped it even though I still think it looked kinda cool

[kaydreamsart]

Eco!! 🟩💚

[loonbark]

Fun fact- I almost massively fucked up my pacing on Lullaby For Them and the fic was almost only around 4 chapters.

I think I mentioned it in the notes of one chapters

But this is that scrapped chapter.

"He sat on the bench in the maintenance room.

He hadn't returned to the stage in there for a week. Sam and some others were working on some busted parts and trying to figure out what coding of his bugged out.

Of course, it wasn't his coding that was bugged so it never showed up. Just things that weren't supposed to be there that were hidden below the surface.

There was talk of a full deconstruction and reconstruction. But it would be more expensive than what it was worth so they were just going to put more restraints on him, then keep him away from kids.

But Techno knew if they opened him up they'd find /him/ in there. And who knows what it looked like on the inside at this point.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But he had unfinished business.

It was lonely though, Ranboo and Crumb had been busy with the night guard then the obvious daytime duties. Only listening to the people working who only acknowledged him as what he was to them. Russet is the animatronic pig. It was degrading honestly.

"Alright, I think he's ready to go back out. There's nothing more we can do for him for now." Sam said to the group as he stepped back from cleaning up his face, shoving the rag into his back pocket.

The group watched as Sam powered him back on. Sending a surge of energy through him. His body twitching painfully and his voice box glitching up. It made Techno wonder when his voice box would fail if this kept up.

"Alright get him Russet. We have to go back to the stage. Until further notice, you get to interact with kids under tight supervision. That is until we can get your area set up and kids can't get to you." The mechanic said, eyes narrowing slightly as he pinched his brow. Watching as he went through the movements of being able to move again.

Techno stood up silently and nodded.

There was no point in arguing, even though he knew he wouldn't get to be near Crumb and Ranboo as much anymore after this. Or the fact he wouldn't get to interact with kids anymore which was upsetting.

The green-haired man opened the door and he went out, followed by the group despite not needing his assistants anymore. But they moved as a group to the stage and didn't let the kids stop to try to talk to him.

He tossed them apologetic looks each time and tried to give them gifts but Sam or one of the others with smacked his hand back. Making his blood boils each time. He wasn't going to hurt them! Why would he ever do that!

Once he was up on stage he didn't even fight the performance program sequence some how managed to look even more robotic it seemed.

Techno just felt too tired to fight anything right now. Letting his mind drift until closing.

(-)

The day came and went. But the moment the door had locked Ranboo and Crumb were all up in his business.

"What happened! What was that all about Techno?" Ranboo asked, hugging him around Crumb who was wrapped around him.

"I didn't plan any of this. I'm sorry for making you all worry, I won't do it again." He promised, hugging them tighter than normal.

"You scared us Techno, we thought you were scrap for sure by the way Sam was yelling," Crumb muttered to him once they all let go of each other. Fiddling with her orange tail as she spoke.

Techno felt his heart shatter as he remembered what new rules and plans were going to be placed on him.

"I'm sorry. But there's something important I need to tell you two. Once they make a new area I'll be moved there. They don't want me interacting with the kids like I used to, they think I'm a hazard to them." He told them, walking to the back of the stage so that he could lay against the wall. The siblings deciding to sit on each of his sides.

"I'm sorry to hear that Techno. I know you really liked interacting with them and stuff. If it makes you feel any better the night guard clocks in tonight, he didn't quit." Crumb said, running her hands over his cape.

"Wait! They might have his picture on the wall by now, lets go check!" Ranboo said, practically jumping onto his feet. Turning around and dragging Techno up by his hand.

He stumbled after Ranboo before he finally let go. The three go into a section of the area of the building where the employees got to hang out on their break if they wanted to.

There were always pictures of new and old employees on the wall after the new manager had taken over.

And sure enough there they were. In a black frame with a small nameplate, hung a photo of a guy with golden yellow hair and blue eyes.

Techno stiffened slightly as he remembered his name, Tommy. Thankfully his suit decides not to go haywire on him this time, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he got electrocuted anyway.

"Is it just more does he look familiar in a way?" Techno asked as none shalontly as he could. Hoping that maybe it wasn't just him.

The cat and rabbit looked closer and shook their heads.

"Blond, blue eyes, and the name Tommy is a common thing. Probably nothing worth thinking about Tech." Ranboo said, going over to the employee bulletin board to read stuff off it.

Techno felt a twinge of disappointment but shrugged, maybe it was nothing and he was getting in his own head.

He decided to join Ranboo in reading the board when there was a small scuffle of feet by the door followed by a flash of orange, white, and brown shooting out the door.

Techno and Ranboo ran over to the door and peeked out. Finding Crumb holding a child in her hands, tail swishing behind her proudly before she turned to face them with an equally pride-filled face.

"I found a child!" She said, hugging him close to her face and chest. Rubbing her cheek against his gently as if she were a real cat.

He jogged up to her and looked at the kid closely. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair was snarled up in spots, he looked like he needed a bath honestly.

"Hey, bud get a little lost?" Techno asked him.

The kid twisted in Crumb's arms but held onto the leather that went across her chest.

His fully in view now. The kid had a scar over the right side of his face, an eye patch covering his eye. If he had to guess it was either injured or missing.

"I got forgotten here." The child hiccuped around the start of a sob. Clinging to the cat tighter.

The band sent small exchanges of pitty-filled glances between them.

"Hey, it'll be ok. We'll keep you safe until the morning then get you some help. What's your name kid?" Ranboo asked, resting a hand softly on his back.

The kid sniffed and looked up at the rabbit, eyes puffy and red.

"My name is Michael." He said, reaching out to touch Ranboo's fluffy arm.

Techno smiled and shifted against the wall. Hearing the small chime of a clock on the wall. The night guard would be on duty soon.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Russet. We can get you some stuff in the meantime until dawn, but you need to stick with one of us." The pig said, watching as the kid played with Ranboo's veil.

Point towards the clock to get the other's attention once they looked at him.

"Boo will take him for now. Cali and I need to deal with some stuff in the meantime." He added. If this kid was staying the night there was no way this security guard was going to touch a hair on this kid.

But they also needed to take care of the kid. Which involved maybe breaking into the kitchen and the gift shop.

Ranboo and Crumb shifted Michael into the rabbit's arms. And waves a small goodbye to them before heading off to the main stage.

He looked at Crumb waved for her to follow.

Taking them down the hall that leads to the kitchen.

-

Everything was frozen or in the fridge. They took out some of the pizza and started to reheat it.

Sitting in the kitchen silently until Crumb spoke up.

"The anniversary is in less than two weeks Techno and we still haven't made any progress. What if we never find him?" She said softly, sitting on one of the steel industrial tables near him. Fear laces in her voice.

He tensed and couldn't meet her eyes. Deep down he knew that this maybe wouldn't be successful. But the fear of failing scared him, and never being satisfied in knowing he'd be able to move on peacefully was even worse.

The only thing keeping them here was that person. Techno couldn't move on yet, he wasn't close to ready even.

"We'll find him and make him pay. We'll get to remember what we've forgotten no matter what. We'll make sure Michael doesn't get our fate either. I promise Crumb." He said finally, looking at her with red eyes.

She looked unsure and conflicted, about to say something when the microwave went off.

The two grabbed the foot and walked out to the main area.

That's when they heard keys jingling down a hall.

"Bring the food to Michael. I want to meet the night guard." He said, a static to consume his voice box.

"Careful Tech. He's quick and figured out Ranboo's and my movements in the week he's been here." Crumb warned before walking off, plate in hand.

Techno walked over to the arcade swiftly and found a camera near the parts and services room.

Feeling that overwhelming urge to scare and taunt the guard like he was a piece of prey. It was something fun to do even if he couldn't see their reactions to him or the others when he did stuff like this.

He watched as the light from the camera blinked from red to green, meaning they were on the camera he was in front of.

Techno glared into the camera before slowly walking out of the frame.

Making his way into the main stage where the others were. Only seeing Crumb's tail under the curtain where they were sitting in a hidden room behind it. It was normally used to store props or instruments but it had had no security camera as far as they were aware. Making it the perfect spot for their little stray kid to stay for now.

"Hey, the night guard is here. Be on high alert." He shouted, grabbing his violin and playing a few notes. Planning to go walking the halls and scarring the guard more.

"Wouldn't the guard help us?" A small voice asked.

"Not here. The night guards are dangerous, an accident happened a few years back where a guard kills some kids. We just make sure it never happens again." He heard Ranboo explain as he left, followed by Crumb.

(+)

The two split up. Techno opting to distract the guard as he played up and down the main corridor and in the halls.

Music softly bounced off the walls in a haunting manner.

Things were slow but he was patient. He knew he also wasn't nearly as strong or quick as he used to be thanks to his new restrictions from Sam.

But once he thought the guard was wall distracted he started down the opposite hall as Crumb.

Weaving between boxes or a few discarded tables that needed to be fixed. Slowly making it down the hall.

He no longer was playing his instrument.

Techno could practically hear the guards breathing and it drove him nuts.

Flashes of that stupid grin burned at the back of his mind.

Techno was going to win this stupid game.

But he was unfortunately wrong.

A loud shout along with footsteps came from down the hall. He turned and felt a door close near his face.

Techno turned and looked at the now shut door, feeling rage rush through him. He had been so close!

"Better luck next time pig shit!" He heard a shout from behind the door.

Techno curled his hand into a first, swinging his arm back before slamming it into the window.

This time the window was the one that got damaged and not him. He moved his head so that one of his blood-red eyes could look directly at the guard.

"There won't be the next time. The King demands blood." Techno said, his voice box glitching out as he spoke.

Watched as the blood lost all confidence and shrink in his chair. Clearly not expecting Techno's blatant desire to not sensors himself to keep up with the coded voice box.

He backed up and walked down the hall when he heard Ranboo before he saw him.

"He's gone!" Was all he shouted.

Techno knew instantly who he was talking about, Michael.

"What happened? Where was he last?" Techno asked in a rushed voice.

"We were going to the gift shop to get him a new shirt. But I think he heard you playing and went to find you. He was at my side one second and the next he wasn't!" Ranboo said, hands wringing each other out in a worried manner.

"Ranboo calm down, it's not your fault he's curious. He's a kid. We'll find him don't worry." Techno said, grabbing his hand and bringing them back to where the hall split.

He heard the flap of wings and the sound of a large animatronic follow.

The guard was leading Crumb away. That meant the guard spotted Michael or he wanted the cat gone from the door.

+

Tommy felt his hands shake as he held the tablet. Encountering Russet for the first time had been even more horrifying than Boo or Cali.

Unlike the other two, he seemed much more bloodthirsty and aware in some way. Glass littered the floor near where he had punched it in. Wire mesh holding it in place slightly and making it dangle awkwardly.

But he could handle him thanks to the messages. They had warned him that Russet was a bigger threat than the others and prepared him the best they could.

But nothing would help him when he saw a /child/ on the cameras. Holding a plush chicken and walking around the place looking for something.

"Shit." That was all he could spit out.

He pressed a button to lead Cali away, waiting before he opened the door.

Tommy couldn't just leave the kid out with murder robots. Not after what that deranged pig said and done to him, much less the other two.

If he got hurt trying then so be it. He needed to help this kid.

He grabbed a flashlight, a fire ax someone had left in the office, and shoved the tablet under his arm.

Taking a deep breath he opened both doors, checking to see if any had the band members in them.

Spotting Boo and Russet to his right, leaving the hall Cali had just left abandoned.

The blond threw his chair into the hall where the animatronic's were before running down the empty hall.

Begging that he didn't slip or run into anything in the dimly lit hall. Only his flashlight lighting up the way.

He had last seen the kid in the dining hall near the arcade. So he headed there.

Having to go to a screeching halt when he spotted Cali holding her bird over near the entrance.

How was he supposed to get past her even? It wasn't like the mandatory power downtime started any time soon either.

His blue eyes raked the area. Spotting a slightly ajar janitor's closet.

He slowly snuck into the room, doing his best not to knock any of the cleaning supplies over before closing the door.

His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was heavy. The start of a headache seemed to claw at him already from the smell of bleach.

Tommy pulled out the tablet and pulled up the cameras. Trying to find the kid somewhere.

Finally spotting him dangerously close to Cali as he went to towards the bathrooms.

He bit his lip and went to Perry's button selection.

Making him fly over to the main stage while singing a song that was supposedly meant to relax her and Boo apparently. But would hopefully entertain the cat long enough to buy him roughly three minutes.

But Russet and Boo were still a problem. The two had split up.

Boo was in the arcade and Russet was by the souvenir shop. But still away from him and the office.

Once Cali left he opened the door and ran over to the buffet section of the building. Nearly dropping the tablet as he shoved the flashlight into his belt. The area had a few lights dotted around that he could see it decently enough.

Yet he saw nothing of the kid until he got to the bathrooms.

"Hey, kid are you in here? I'm here to help you get away from the animatronics." Tommy said in a loud whisper.

He heard a small click of a bathroom stall after. Out walked out was a young boy around the age of three or four with an eye patch.

Despite his situation, he didn't seem all that scared. If he was honest Tommy wished he didn't look more scared than a literal child.

"They told me to stay away from you. They gave me Benson." The kid said shyly, holding the stuffed animal close to his face. His body language told him he didn't trust Tommy entirely.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This kid trusted a group of robots over him? Ouch and wow.

"Their lying to you kid. I would know because they've been trying to kill me for the past week. Come on, let's go back to my office. I'll get you to the police station or something once my shift ends once the band is shut down for the night." Tommy said to Michael, crouching down so that he was at eye level with him.

His words didn't seem to waver him though.

"They told me a security guard killed a bunch of kids a few years ago." He said, shuffling his feet as he eyed the exit. Visibly uncomfortable.

Tommy stiffened. They had said what? He knew the suits were technologically advanced but surely they weren't that aware surely?

Either way hearing about the accident made something snap in him. Making him remember in less than two weeks would they have been gone for three years now.

But being assumed he might be a killer? That was too much.

"I'm not arguing about this kid. And you don't know anything about this situation or about anything. You're coming to the office with me." He stated a little more harshly than he intended.

He saw a flash of fear cross the kid's eye before he picked him up with the arm that held the tablet.

Tommy had to hold the kid tight as he squirmed. Opening the door had been a struggle because he didn't want to drop anything.

But not telling the kid to be quiet or giving him something that would make him trust him would be his biggest downfall.

Tommy hadn't gotten the chance to check who was where, but the moment he was in the main area that connected everything.

Michael let out a blood-curdling yell.

The name Boo, Cali, and Russet bounced off the wall and into the halls.

Tommy felt his stomach drop as he started to run to the security office. Not daring to look back, his arm squeezing Michael even tighter than before.

His feet smacked the tile floor as he ran into the employee-only halls.

He could hear the sound of heavy robotic feet running behind him, the loud static scream shook his head.

The office was just ahead, he could see the lights flooding out from the open door into the hall.

Then everything went wrong.

+

Techno watched as Crumb ran in front of him. The loud crashing sound of a body hitting the floor and boxes sent toppling over was what he heard until the cat dodged out of the way.

He slowed and dropped his guard slightly knowing there was now the way the guard could get to his office, to safety. They had won.

+

The body reacts a lot of ways when it's in fear of needing to defend itself.

When Wilbur got scared he dropped to the floor and covered his head. Tommy didn't.

He turned to face the robot. Michael having gone flying during the fall now laid on the tile near the door.

Fear and adrenaline coursed through him as the cat stepped toward him.

"Give up little security guard. You won't be taking another kid tonight!" She yelled.

If he stopped and thought he would've been confused by what she said. But instead, his body acted.

He gripped the fire ax and swung towards at her head. The bright red metal embedded into the cat, sending sparks into the air.

He managed to stand up as Cali struggled.

Tommy pulled the ax out before driving it back into her head.

His breathing was panicky and rapid as he focused on trying to kill the thing.

The animatronic made a horrible sound. Begging for him to stop but he couldn't, his body wouldn't let him.

+

Techno felt sick with horror as he stood there frozen. Watching as the guard swung over and over at Crumb.

He rushed forward with a yell, gripping the blond by his forearm. Unsure if he felt something break under his hand as he lifted him to his face.

He glared at the guard with a look of anger and hatred or at least hoped it came across that way.

"You already killed us once! Is that not enough." He spat. Watching fear twist in the boy's face before he threw him in the boxes.

Crouching down beside Crumb who was clutching her now broken face.

Ranboo running down the hall and scooping up Michael. Desperately trying to calm him down.

He held her head in his hands gently.

"It's ok Crumb we'll fix you up, it's ok I've got you." He muttered softly.

The cat sat up to look at him. Her blue eye was split into two and two nasty gashes went through her white fluff, exposing the metal shell which was now indented and cut. But somehow the inside wasn't exposed thankfully.

+

Tommy's arm and body screamed in pain as he lay in the pile of boxes "- end of scrapped chapter

As you can see it really rushed to the ending. It was also almost completed before I looked it over again and decided against using it.

[interminal]

There's two of you?!

The only reason Jean doesn’t like what he sees is because the guy reminds him too much of himself.

Same face, same height - and they’d have the same hair if Mercedes hadn’t lopped half the hair off one of them - but the man still wearing his patch has more meat on his bones, the barely-hidden strength of someone used to fighting things much bigger than himself, and he carries himself differently. Chest puffed out, shoulders squared, arms permanently folded, mouth permanently smirking; he’s exactly how Jean used to be, before the world made him so uncertain.

And he’s got just as big of a chip on his shoulder; if not bigger.

“So what’s your deal, then?” Jean asks himself, trying to look at the feathers tucked behind the man’s ears and crowning his mantle, instead of looking at his left arm; which, from a brief glimpse, seems to be a bare-bones, skeletal prosthetic, enrobed in some sort of controlled shadow. “Clone? From another universe? My evil twin?”

“Evil’s rather reductive, don’t you think?” Same voice, unsurprisingly, but there’s a purr there that makes Jean want to break the guy’s nose. No wonder people were so quick to hate him back then,  if he was anywhere near this self-assured. “No, I’m just as surprised as you are. I’d assumed you were a doppelganger, but since you’re not trying to kill me...why, I don’t even see a single minion on you.”

“Minion?”

The other Jean grins, which is never a good sign, and raises his left hand; and there are metal bones, too, beneath the translucent black “flesh”, which comes into jagged, clawlike points at the fingertips. That shadow increases in its smokelike shifting as he clenches his fist, edges wicking about like black fire, and something…

...bursts from the ground behind him. It looks like a two-tailed scorpion, but made from bone and muscle and not much else; no eyes, just a horrific, narrow-fanged mouth that takes up most of its “face”, front pair of bony legs reaching out threateningly. It calms down, though, as the other Jean waves a casual hand at it, putting it off the offensive.

“What the fuck is -”

“A minion. I take it you’re not familiar with necromancy?”

He’s a necromancer. Of course he’s a necromancer. His whole look screams necromancer. Jean does his best not to look surprised, or intimidated, or very much like he wants to run away, but something must have slipped into his disposition, because the man starts laughing at him; and with another wave of his hand, the “minion” just...bursts into nonexistence, not a scrap of rotting meat left behind.

“So what’s your deal?” asks the necromancer, batting Jean’s earlier question back to him.

He doesn’t have an answer for that, because there are so many he could give. Murderer, scientist, doctor, mechanic - but, perhaps stupidly, he decides to have some fun. “I tame dragons.”

Too much fun, perhaps, but it doesn’t immediately backfire. The other Jean’s eyebrows shoot nearly into his hairline, the previously hidden one peeking up over his eyepatch - the scars from whatever injury took his eye look bigger, deeper, likely from a larger threat than an enraged anon. Jean’s not sure what to expect from him - doubt, anger, perhaps awe? - but he certainly hadn’t expected more laughter.

The necromancer steps forward, his non-threatening right arm hooking with Jean’s left, looking positively jovial. If it weren’t for the scars, and the shadows wicking around his left arm, and the fact that Jean knows better than anyone what he’s like, he’d look almost friendly. “I have things to do, but I can spare an hour or three. I think I’d quite like to hear more about you, Mr. Damon.”

[chemicalmagecraft]

I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 16

A/N: Kind of a timeskippy chapter because there's like a year gap between important events. And I also ended up having a lot of fun with the secret base.

kukukuku~

"So," I said, sitting atop a sealed stone arch, "how does it look?" I took a bite from my chocolate bar.

"It looks really complicated," Naruto said, squinting. I smiled, though. It looked like he was at least following it somewhat, which was good.

"You really fucking want a space-time ninjutsu, don't you?" Kurama noted.

I huffed. "Excuse you. I'm sitting on a space-time ninjutsu. I want to know if it's a functional space-time ninjutsu." I looked at Ai and Tenten expectantly. "Well?"

Ai shrugged. "As far as I can tell, it'll work. You might want to check with your eyes first, though."

I nodded and pulled down my sunglasses. I saw only a few seconds into the future, so the drain was relatively minor; I lost maybe thirty minutes off my day at most. "Right, looks good. Wanna see it?"

"Don't you need to make a second one first?" Tenten asked me.

I grinned lightly. "Well of course I made another one already. I'm like a celebrity chef that way. Keep your arms and legs away from the portal until it's fully formed, unless you want to lose them." I took another bite from my chocolate and swung my legs up away from the portal and sent a command to the two demon sage cores embedded in each arch. I didn't see the safety illusion or portal form from my vantage point, but I did notice the shadow fall over Ai, Tenten, Naruto, and Kurama from how the sunlight was now somewhere miles away. I swung my legs back down once it was safe, using the momentum to swing myself through the portal and, with an application of chakra threads, onto the wall that was where I was sitting on the other side. It was pretty surreal, to be honest. Cool, though.

"Come on in, the water's fine!" I shouted from literal miles away. Or I guess I should maybe use kilometers...

"Why is it so dark?" Tenten asked.

I dropped to the ground. "It's a me-made cave. Wanna see?" I snapped my fingers and activated the light seal I'd placed above the arch.

"It's pretty empty," Naruto muttered. There was in fact literally nothing in the cave, except for a few strategically-placed holes for better air flow and pillars that hopefully would prevent cave-ins.

I shrugged and made a sort of picture frame with my hands, looking at the cave. "You try remotely making an artificial cave in a mountain several kilometers away. Now that I can physically go here I'll hopefully be able to refurbish this place better. Just gotta find a good place to put the gateway arch."

"How did you even find this place?" Ai asked.

"Remote-controlled body killed some bandits. Well, not remote-controlled but certainly not physically me. On the other side of the portal is an abandoned mine they were using as a hideout. It's secluded enough that nobody's gonna find it, hopefully. And once my base is more set up I'll just hide the front entrance." I walked back through the portal, then closed it behind me. I lifted my palm, and the core I was using in the keystone of the arch flew into it. The arch collapsed back into the earth. "I think maybe I'll use my closet for the gate, actually."

kukukuku~

Despite the absolute hell of boredom school was, the next few months passed by surprisingly fast. And even school wasn't really all that bad because I could telepathically communicate with Neji, Tenten, Kurama, Hinata through Kurama, Usagi, Gaara, and Karura. And even if they were all somehow busy, I could split myself without actually manifesting physically as Chikage and talk to myself without being crazy! Well, crazier...

Speaking of Chikage, we unfortunately couldn't figure out a way for her to physically take objects. There were a few ideas that almost came close, namely inscribing seals on her body to allow her to summon a sack or just seal stuff away in her, and then the simple idea of grabbing something from the shadows and trying to move it around, but unfortunately didn't cut it. The sack theoretically worked fine, but as it turns out, summoning makes a lot of chakra "noise" that a well-trained sensor can easily detect, and Danzō took full advantage of that fact. Storage was fine on the detection front, but Chikage had trouble melting into shadows with a physical object stored in her. She could still do it, but the part of her that had the object in it was always completely black and went either very slow outside of a shadow or kinda slow inside a shadow, especially compared to her usual near-light speed. Because we'd only have one shot, we were holding off on using it... And just grabbing stuff from the shadows was even worse, because it was exactly like sealing in terms of results except the object was outside of the shadow.

Moving on to brighter news, I used building the base to train my power. I wasn't two-tailed yet, but I was approaching Shukaku in terms of red chakra already. I also trained up my control of all the elements I had some kind of affinity for, letting me use more and even use two at a time. And yes, I remembered to practice taijutsu this time, meaning I could kick people kinda well. Even more fun, though, is the fact that I inspired other people to do some training. Namely, my friends. Except Kurama who, as he was locked in a small child, was naturally excused. Ino, Shikamaru, and Tenten joined the ranks of budding sagehood. Neji could manage a weak sage mode after a minute or so, and he managed to build up to first tail cloak without getting too bad of a fever. Naruto actually knew jutsu now. At least one of each type! With how I was giving Kurama back his yin chakra, Naruta was unknowingly getting better at using genjutsu, at least a bit. Hinata had gained some confidence and could control an entire one person's body and chakra, going so far as to somehow being able to make people use the jutsu that they knew, despite not knowing them herself. I guess there's some kind of chakra memory? That's probably what Sasori used with his puppets, actually. And Sakura... well technically she didn't do to much training, but she was super strong and I helped her learn how to not break things? I guess that counts as training...

Next topic, the secret base was awesome! It took me months to actually dig out all the rooms and stuff, then another month or so to find or make all the furniture and decorate it, but secret base! I also took to trying to do engineering after finding some broken up electronics. I probably wasn't the best at it, but with magnet release and Chikage's ability to possess objects essentially letting me scan things, I could do all kinds of cheating. So yeah, I modded a generator to be able to power it solely with magnet release, which was pretty simple, actually. Then, when I was finally able to fix up the minifridge I'd found, I got some snacks in my base. Well, I already had a pantry but I was able to have more stuff. I was hoping to actually make original stuff, though. Like maybe a magnet release-powered railgun. That would be fun. Or actually, if I could somehow make myself a 3-D printer or something like that knowing generally how that stuff works, that would also be useful. I didn't know what to do about plastic, but I at least knew how those things that you use to sand down stuff like metal or wood into particular shapes worked. Long-term goal, though...

In addition to the portal room, my base had some neat features. There was a sort of living room, which was where I put the snacks and some books. I was also trying to figure out how to hook up a TV in there, but that was probably a losing battle... There was also a theater that I was hoping I'd be able to use at some point, though I had yet to find any projector, much less one that was either usable or easy for me to repair. I mean I guess I could just genjutsu up visuals, but where's the fun in that? Okay nevermind that actually sounds really fun. I had my scrying room, which was just a fancy room I'd made with a really big crystal ball and some other stuff I could use for scrying. I made sure that that room in particular was visually impressive.

For the actually practical stuff, I had a mechanical workshop for mechanical projects, a fuinjutsu workshop near it for fuinjutsu projects, a poison/medical room for take a wild guess, and a gigantic storage room for materials. The mechanical workshop was really only just a table with scrap metal and reference books on it so far, but I was hopeful! The fuinjutsu room looked a little more impressive. It had shelves of scrolls on the walls, and a desk with a buttload of ink bottles on it. I ended up doing a lot of work there, because it turned out I could sell a bunch of basic paper bombs for a lot of money through my dad. Don't you just love it when your dad helps you sell a whole demolition team's worth of real-ass bombs? And then the storage room was just for storing the rest of the junk I had, plus the ores and stuff I managed to find and promised myself to mess around with someday.

The poison/medical room... was a work in progress. I mean, I kinda had some of the poison stuff going. The half of the room I had for poison was well-ventilated and separated from the other half with a glass barrier. Turns out Chikage just... had sand powers because I ate enough Shukaku. I knew I had magnet release, but I didn't actually expect that I'd have been able to generate pure silica sand. Seriously, how does earth jutsu work? And my scrying room was useful for figuring out exactly what to do with that to make nice, clear glass from that. Turns out you have to get sand surprisingly hot to make glass, but I made do by using a demon sage core for some extra chakra. I also used my glass magic to make all that mad sciencey glass paraphernalia you always see in mad science labs, using an Orochimaru base I could scry for reference.

Side note: I also ended up selling glass figurines and stuff because wouldn't you know it, the ability to make high-quality glass through supernatural powers makes for really pricey glass stuff, especially after I figured out how to alter the sand slightly to make colored glass. Seriously, that dragon was just... I was almost tempted to keep it because it was so beautiful, but I made so much from it. And then I realized I could make more. My base became so awesome a week or so of no sleep after that. I also jammed a bunch of glass in a scroll, because first off having a scroll that launches shards of glass at whoever you point it at like a literal glass cannon is a pretty good weapon and second off having shards of glass you can control with your mind with you at all times is a pretty good weapon.

Where was I? Oh, right. Deadly poison. I managed to work out a recipe for a decently good and fast-acting death poison with some help from Anko using the flora of the mountain range. It was a strangely convenient mountain range for poisoning. What a coincidence. I also made a bit of a garden for the ingredients that I could take from so I didn't have to go searching for more ingredients. I put that stuff in some Skyrim-looking potion bottles (made from glass, of course) so that I could just take a few of with me. I was hoping to use those with senbon for some sneaky kills. I also ingested tiiiiiiiiny amounts of the stuff (At large enough gaps, of course. I'm a mad scientist in training, not an idiot.) to try and build up my poison resistance, at least to my own stock. As for the medical side, well... I had a first aid kit and a few cruddy stone beds with stabilizing seals and chakra reservoirs attached to demon sage cores that would hopefully do more good than harm to anyone placed on the beds. I'm not Tsunade, that's good enough for me. The scalpels I put in there were really more for show and using my ferrokinetic powers on in the case of a home intruder. Seriously, why is Shukaku actually the most overpowered bijū aside from the Jūbi? Not that I'm complaining, of course.

I also had a bit of an exercise room made. Really, it was mostly just a track for jogging, a bunch of rocks with various weights to pick up and throw around, and a rock wall. And I found a secluded forest clearing far enough away from my base that I could hopefully use it to test bombs without worrying about the shockwaves damaging my base, at least if I kept them small enough. And it looked like it would be a pretty good training ground. I mean, I had another idea for the bomb range and training ground, but that'd do for now. I didn't exactly have enough demon sage cores to float a giant platform yet...

And of course, I wasn't the only one there. I mean, technically I was, but turns out Usagi can split themselves pretty much infinitely, so long as there are enough demon sage cores. I mean, there was still an "original" Usagi that was still carrying out their original mission and was more intelligent than the copies, but Usagi's intelligence had ended up filling all the demon sage cores that I wasn't directly using, making a bunch of hive-minded servants made of rock for me that populated my base. We were originally almost the same personality-wise, but it seemed like Usagi grew slightly... off from me. For one, the politeness wasn't an act anymore. To be honest, that was kind of disturbing, especially coupled with how I was ordering around these versions of me who were disturbingly polite. Still, they were useful because, as I said, a bunch of hive-minded servants. They fetched stuff for me.

kukukuku~

I admired a glass "gem" Chikage had just made. "Do we even need a 3-D printer?" I asked, tossing it up lightly. "This is some dang good glass, not to mention the fact that we can control it. Sure, we may want to also work on metal, but that shouldn't be too much of a step up from metal when we get more power, though we probably can't just conjure up more iron."

She stopped fiddling with the guitar she'd made from her chakra body. "Sounds legit," she agreed, then started making sounds like a cat coughing up a hairball. Her throat glowed and she spat up a ball of molten glass. "I am the 3-D printer." I still had no idea how magnet release could be used to control molten glass, but to be fair it could be used on regular sand, which isn't magnetic in the slightest.

"Hey, I have an idea," I said as I watched her mold the glass into the rough shape of a kunai, then let it start cooling so we could clean it up later. Glass blades, though a little fragile, are super sharp if you do 'em right. "You up for another blade?"

"Hit me with it." I sent my idea to her telepathically. What, you thought I was just going to tell you? She grinned and spat out another glob. I thought for a moment about how spitting molten glass would probably be a pretty good ninjutsu by itself, though that was a thought for later. Chikage waved her hands over the glob of molten glass, elongating it. The blade was longer than a kunai, but much thinner. It was intentionally weak, though not enough to fail to stab through someone. The blade didn't have a handle yet, that'd come later... "Let's hope this idea actually works, 'cause we're basically grasping at straws here."

kukukuku~

Chikage

Uchiha Shisui paused on his walk home. He surveyed the dark street and placed a hand on his blade. Something was following him. He noticed something in the shadows, and activated his Sharingan. "Who's there?" he asked. He saw an outline in the shadows.

"Uchiha Shisui," the shadow said. I bet you can tell by now just who that shadow is. "Your life is in danger."

He raised an eyebrow. "And I'm supposed to trust the shadow demon that's stalking me?"

I pushed a dagger out of my shadow, hilt first. "This is for you." I slowly moved toward him until he cautiously grabbed it.

"The blade is made of glass. What use is a glass dagger?"

"The Thorn of Spite. It was made to kill one man who is better off dead, and is sufficient for that purpose." The first of the enchantments I'd sealed onto the dagger activated, transcribing a storage seal onto his skin. The dagger automatically entered, and the seal hid itself. "It will show itself in the event your eyes fail you. You will know who you must kill then." Unencumbered of the dagger, I was able to move far away in an instant.

And then I came back. "Just to be clear, the dagger isn't for suicide."

He snorted. "Yeah, I figured." I disappeared again. He stared at his palm. "The hell was that?"

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Oddworld: Conar's Ambition, Chapter 3, Draft 1

“The plan, right,” Conar nodded. “So, first things first… we should… no, I should go back to my place and get some of my stuff. Woulda only slowed your escape down, y’see.”

“Where d’ya wanna meet me, then?”

“Ah, right, you gotta do some hidn’ too…” Conar said, rubbing his chin. “So, I don’t think there’ll be an issue if you hang out in the cab. Don’t think anyone’ll be comin’ out of the apartment at this time of night.”

It was a bit awkward on the ride back to Conar’s home. The cab driver was very pointedly trying not to make eye contact with either passenger as he checked his mirrors. It wasn’t every day he saw a Slig and a Mudokon in the same cab. And he was taking him into the Slig part of town? Couldn’t be anything good, and it would only be worse if he said anything, he was sure.

Finally, after that long silence, they were nearing the apartment complex.

Conar spoke up: “Hey, keep the cab ‘ere. My ‘friend’ and I are gonna be goin’ for a ride after this…”

He added a sinister chuckle, for effect. The driver gulped, slowly nodding.

“Make sure he plays nice. If I hear he left or told ya why he’s with me, well…”

He let the driver’s imagination fill the rest in as he gently picked his blunderbuss up, keeping the muzzle pointed away from him – coincidentally pointed in the direction of either Mudokon.

Before long, he was in his apartment again. He’d still have to be quick; him signing Slim out was on record, and he was sure someone had nothing better to do than to look at those logs every hour on the hour. That guy was surely pathetic, but he was going to be a serious problem. As such, Conar was just going to get the essentials. That filthy old pillowcase would have to do for a bag to fill with ammo, snack foods, canned drinks, liquor, cigarettes, a lighter, and a blanket he had some extra Moolah crammed into.

He got some odd looks on his way out, but no one stopped him. He himself stopped at the exit, though, when he saw a couple of other Sligs knocking on the cab’s door. “Knocking” might have been to soft a word for their violent bashing on the vehicle.

“What’s the holdup?!” one demanded. “Drop the towel boy and get us to the bar already!”

The other, meanwhile, was moving to the other side, knocking right on the driver’s window.

“Your boss’ll hear about this!” he shouted to the ever-shrinking Mudokon.

“W-waitin’ for someone….” The driver managed.

“Oh, not about this,” the Slig said, holding up his T2 Fully Automatic. “Property damage. I know your boss won’t like that, even if you live…”

A gunshot rang out, and he fell backwards. The other Slig turned around to see Conar with a smoking Blunderbuss.

“Hands off,” Conar said, simply. “I got places to be.”

The other Slig saw many a glowing red lens look out from the windows of the building. There was the occasional laugh or cheer as they saw a standoff about to happen. He took their cue, and produced his own pistol, ready for a fight. Oh, this was going to be fun!

The two of them stared, daring the other to make a move. Their guns stayed pointed at the other as they themselves moved to cover.

The other Slig shot first, causing Conar to sprint to a nearby chunk of concrete.

Once covered, he didn’t hesitate to return fire. The cab was covered in bullet-shaped dents quickly. Both Mudokons had long since ducked out of sight of the windows, thankfully.

His foe moved to the front of the car, crouching just enough so he could still aim.

A lucky shot! A bullet landed right in one of the exposed joints of Conar’s Pants. He nearly tipped over from the impact; he had to frantically hop and drag that leg behind cover. Carefully leaning, he returned fire, creating plenty of holes in the front of the cab and shattering one of the windows.

He could hear the jeers above him, but chose to ignore them, instead unloading his gun into his pillowcase.

“Hey!” one of the spectators shouted. “Idiot’s just unloading! Why the hell’d he do that?!”

Conar could hear the whirring and thumping from mechanical legs on the other side of the rubble he was hiding behind. Bastard was taking his time, too. Good.

He was saving a scrab-caliber shattershot for a time just like this, and he was hoping he would have enough time to load it.

“You think you can mess with me? I’ll turn you into soup before you can get to Mama Skillya!”

Finally found it. Just to get it in…

“Y’all want to see some guts? Do ya? Yeah, ya do! Well, watch this!”

The footsteps quickened, and Conar moved to meet him. Damn his bad leg; he couldn’t do much more than pivot. He could only hop awkwardly, which of course everyone watching found hilarious.

“Gotcha!”

BANG!

The smoke wasn’t clearing from Conar’s blunderbuss anytime soon, so he set it aside to see… well, not much. The other Slig’s Pants were little more than scrap metal, and the less said about the parking lot’s new paintjob, the better.

The onlookers were silent for a moment. Then they burst into laughter, cheering at the surprise resolution to the battle.

Conar shook his head, taking a look at his damaged leg. He could just about pull the slug out of that joint, thankfully, but he’d probably need to reboot the thing. Not here, though; once they stopped applauding the performance, there was bound to be someone in the audience who’d call security or take matters into their own hands. In fact, a couple of Sligs were already heading back in, whether to reach a gun or a phone.

He limped over to the cab, opening the door just enough to clamber in. He was greeted by two shaking Mudokons that looked about ready to leap out as he got in.

“Not gonna be long before we get jumped again,” he said, knocking on the back of the driver’s seat, “so you’re gonna step on it, capisce?”

The green Mudokon whimpered, but sat back up, getting the cab back into gear. It sputtered to life, but he noticed a lot of steam coming out of the bullet holes in the front, and the various dials indicating fuel, heat, and power were going haywire.

He had no time to worry about this, though; between the agitated Slig in his backseat and the threat of more on the way, he floored it, nearly crashing into a street light as he did so. He didn’t bother asking where they were going next; he was just focused on getting the hell awayfrom this scene.

They could all hear bangs from behind, as a few Sligs had come out too late, toting pistols and blunderbusses. They fired down the street, and the back windshield was obliterated in seconds. Both passengers ducked reflexively, and Conar took his bag and started reloading his own gun.

Slim wasn’t sure what he could do other than stay out of the way, so he settled for huddling around the corner while Conar started returning fire. It was just as well; they could only be shot at for a few seconds before the driver swerved to the right, knocking another cab aside as he did so. Slig and Mud tumble to the side; Slim had to duck so the hunk of metal that was the Slig Pants didn’t crush his head.

He instinctively grabbed his hat, placing it haphazardly on his head before turning back and seeing nothing attached to the legs. Disturbingly, they seemed to be struggling to stand back up, but it was impossible with the still-twitchy leg.

He looked, and saw Conar’s tail move in well-practiced motions while he watched out the back window. He was using his large forearms to keep himself hanging over the seat, but muscle memory kept his tail moving as if it was trying to control his legs. His blunderbuss was resting uneasily on the rear tray, occasionally sliding one way or the other as the driver made the occasional hard turn.

Finally, the shouting and shooting they had turned away from faded into the more typical shouting and shooting of late night in a Slig-filled district. Conar relaxed, slumping back down to the seat.

“Man,” he sighed. “If they’d’a caught up to us, I wouldn’t’a been been able to keep shootin’, you know?”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Slim asked. “You still got your arms, right?”

“Yeah, obviously,” Conar said, while shimmying his tail back into his Pants. “That don’t mean nothin’ though. It’s like they said at the Barracks: a Slig without Pants ain’t worth the powder in his gun…”

Slim didn’t understand, but he just shook his head. They’d had quite a night already; he wasn’t about to press a stressed Slig.

“So, where are we going?”

Conar thought about it.

“First off, we gotta find a place we can lay low. I hear it’s pretty easy to hang out at Clunk’s, so we’ll try there first.”

“Might be good to get some parts or a new cab,” the driver muttered. “Gonna take a licking either way…”

Suddenly, there was a loud bang! Not like a gunshot, but like a wild Scrab rammed into the front of the car with a sledgehammer in its mouth. White smoke billowed out of the front, and it wasn’t long before the windshield was completely obscured. Some of it even got into the vents, causing the driver to gag and Slim to cover his mouth.

“Wimps,” Conar said, rolling his eyes.

Still, this would definitely be a problem; if the driver thought he was having a hard time breathing, he was going to have an even harder time seeing where they were going. What was worse, he was starting to swerve a little. It was only a matter of time before they crashed into something unseen, and Conar doubted he could get more help even if they survived.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He was trained for Slog Hut security, not emergency cab repair. Unless the hood needed more bullet holes, he couldn’t think of anything to do. He settled on bashing the window with the butt of his gun. At the very least, he could try to air the place out for the Mudokons in his service. Problem was, it was going to take several hits for one reinforced window to crack enough for him to puncture; apparently they accounted for Slig property damage.

Slim, on the other hand, grabbed the driver, pulling him away from the wheel and the brunt of the smoke. While the driver gasped and filled his lungs with less-polluted air, Slim looked down at the controls. A wheel used for steering, obviously, but also several levers on the driver-side door. He clambered in, holding his breath while trying to find any kind of label or anything. He needed a way to brake, or at least open the doors. Maybe this ripcord would do it…

A loud blare confirmed that, no, it would not.

A loud crash behind him made him turn around; Conar was panting, the butt of his gun hanging outside what remained of the sealed window. As he caught his breath, he half-heartedly knocked the remaining shards out. Somewhat clean air was available, for most of the smog was going over the cab.

“Hey, get the driver out there!” Slim shouted.

He played with the levers some more, but he could still wince while Conar carelessly yanked the gasping and wheezing Mudonkon out of his seat. He could hear the sounds of him crashing around in the backseat before Conar shoved his poor head out of the window. At least the gasps were getting to be less ragged and more just a result of the normal stress of being under a Slig’s thumb.

The driver ordinarily wouldn’t dream of trying to resist when a Slig manhandled him, but it was either that or get decapitated by an incoming Mudokon Pops sign. He leaped back, knocking Conar back with him.

“What the hell was that?!” Conar cried, lifting himself back up, no easy task with a bad leg.

“S-sorry, sir, it was that or losin’ my head…” the driver winced, fully expecting Conar to lay into him. He looked up after a few seconds. Conar… wasn’t going to beat him senseless for that?

Instead, the Slig was looking over at Slim, who was desperately trying to steer right while trying to figure out how to stop. The screeches of the signs scraping against the cab lessened, but they were still going forward.

“All right, you got enough air?” Conar finally asked the driver. Barely waiting for a nod, he pointed towards the driver’s seat. “Then get this thing stopped somewhere!”

The driver saw Slim playing with the controls, desperately trying to find a way to shut it all down. Without a second thought, he dragged the inexperienced Mud back into the backseat, then hopped back into his own chair.

The driver was quick to push two of the levers forward, and then throttle the middle lever back and forth at least five times. The wheels screeched, and all of them could feel the cab skid, slowing down to a halt. They grunted as it violently rocked forward, before it finally settled into a complete stop.

They sat there silently for a moment, and then the driver carefully stepped out. His two passengers followed seconds later. After clearing the smoke from their faces, they found they were on some relatively quiet back street. They could still hear the sounds of Slig residence – those being gunfire, explosions, and heavy implements banging against metal – but it was much calmer here. A lone Slig chuckled at the scene before him, not moving from his recline against the wall as he took another drag from his cheap Lungbuster.

The driver took his cap off, scratching his head. If he couldn’t figure something out soon, he was screwed. He’d already be in hot water for the damages to the car, but failing to get a passenger to his destination? His back was getting bruises just thinking about the consequences in store for him.

There wasn’t much else he could do, so he took the key out of his pouch and popped the hood open. He ducked under the expected burst of smoke, then took a look inside, keeping his cap over his mouth as he did so.

Conar, meanwhile, limped over to the trunk, hoisting himself to sit there. He wriggled and shook, and an outsider would have thought he was having trouble staying inside his Pants while trying to sleep. In reality, though, he was maneuvering his tail to reach the off switch. While he was technically supposed to get out before doing that, he found it’s better to look lazy than to look vulnerable, so he let his legs slump in front of him.

While he waited for his legs to boot back up, Slim sat up next to him. He didn’t know a thing about cab repair, either. What could he do for the poor sap?

“…So, how we gonna get to that Clunk guy?” he asked, looking at Conar.

“Well, uh…”

Conar realized he had no idea how to navigate the world outside, instead relying on cab drivers and other forms of public transportation. Hell, he had no idea how to get to his Slog Hut again if he wanted to.

“We just gotta get our bearings, then we can get this piece o’ crap out of here!”

Slim noticed Conar’s leg twitching a little, and heard the exhaust pipe sputter.

“Wonder if that poor driver guy has a map or something.”

Conar nodded.

“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll let you into the scrapyard without… good reason…”

He perked up, looking at the smoking pile of metal they were sitting on.

“Actually, that ain’t gonna be a problem, now, is it?”

He waited as his Pants sputtered to life, then hopped off and walked back around to the driver.

“You there!” he hollered, a little more loudly than needed. “You got a name?”

“Mmm… Mark, sir,” the driver sighed, already steeling himself for his “motivation”.

“Well, Mark, I got a new job for ya. Quit messing with that thing; we’re taking it to Clunk’s.”

“Huh?” Mark coughed, before he was dragged out of the smoke.

“Get pushing,” Conar elaborated, shoving Mark onto the back of the car. “Get Slim there to help you. Lemme know when I gotta turn the wheel or whatever.”

Like any Mudokon, Mark wasn’t raised to back talk any Slig, so he simply nodded and got into position. Slim gave Conar an odd look, but slid down and got next to Mark, ready to go forward.

Since the rear window was shot out, Conar had an unimpeded view of his propulsion.

Conar’s Blunderbuss faced them, purely for effect. It needed to be clear to anyone watching that he was in charge, and no one would question a Slig threatening a couple of Mudokons into doing his will.

“Get going! I want us there by morning!”

Both Mudokons grunted, pushing forward with all their might. They heaved, trying again, but nothing happened.

“What gives?!” Conar demanded, expression unreadable past his visor and tentacles. “I told ya to move the cab!”

Mark let go of the trunk, walking over to the driver’s side. He opened the door and casually adjusted the levers. This time, all three were pulled back, with no other adjustment. Conar could hear the hiss of some mechanism relax.

“Right,” he nodded. “Now get back there, get us moving, and tell me where to turn.”

He shut the door, getting back into his enforcing position, and the three of them began the slow trip to the scrapyard.

Being quite used to the laughter of onlooking Sligs, no one paid them any mind. Conar did wish he could come out and get them to shove it, but one altercation was enough for one night. Besides, he could tell the two Muds weren’t happy about having to shove the cab onwards; diverting attention from them, who knows what could happen?

He had to admit, though, his gun arm was getting tired. He obviously wouldn’t say it, but he was grateful when Mark told him to turn one way or the other – it meant he could put his firearm down for a few precious seconds to turn the wheel. The smoke was dissipating a small amount, but it was still hard to see, and the chumps he had in his charge right now were still coughing every so often, even though they were only getting small whiffs of it. He still didn’t understand that; sure, it stank a little bit, but it wasn’t anything awful.

By dawn, the car’s movement had started to slow down, the two Mudokons panting more, leaning against the vehicle more than pushing it forward. Conar’s arm was starting to shake.

By the time Conar’s shift would have started, the car was barely moving, the Mudokons slumped over the trunk, barely kicking it forward. Conar’s arm had long since given up, and was now dangling over the seat, barely holding onto his gun.

Slim barely had enough air in him to ask “How… much… further…?”

“I… don’tevenknow…” Mark replied, gasping for breath. “I... I think it’s…”

“Is that it right there?” Conar asked, trying to peer through the windshield. He saw something large, rusted, and cluttered on the left side, but the glass was still too fogged up to tell. The fact that he was still using his slightly out-of-date visor wasn’t doing him any favors, either.

“It is!” Slim said, perking up.

The old metal signage on top of the old metal wall read “C L N K ‘ Z”. It looked like it was partially eaten by rust, bullets, and desperate Fleeches, but it was still obvious this was the place.

As the two Mudokons pushed towards their destination with increased vigor, Conar opened the door and hopped out, stumbling a little as he did so but keeping a good grip on his Pants. He only had to take a few steps to slam the door shut, then it was just a matter of watching the cab be pushed in front of him, then getting into a well-practiced position behind his charges. It was a position that not only let him keep an eye on both effortlessly, but emphasized the fact that he was the one in power, if being the one with the gun wasn’t enough.

In just a few minutes’ time, they were at the gate. At the guard booth, they could see a Slig, snoozing at the control panel. A cap covered his eyes, and a magazine with some impressive war gear on the cover draped his torso.

The three of them watched this sorry sight for a moment, the Conar fired into the air.

“HEY! Let us in!”

The snoring guard started up slowly, pushing his cap onto his head properly while his magazine slipped down out of sight.

“Eh? Oh, uh, you got a pass or ticket?”

Conar didn’t skip a beat before slapping the car meaningfully.

“Yeah, no, smartass. If ya wanna scrap that thing, you’re gonna need a ticket from Clunk. If we can repair it, it ain’t goin’ in the yard, you got it?”

To make his point, the guard reached under his table, pulling out a hand cannon with a huge muzzle and a laser sight. He didn’t point it at them, but the point was quite clear; a simple Blunderbuss wouldn’t be enough.

“Right, I getcha,” Conar replied, after a moment of awe. “Where do we go for that?”

“Looks like you passed it,” the guard laughed, motioning to a direction behind them. The trio turned around to see a dirty grey garage, with “CLUNKZ” painted on each door in plain black lettering. Conar walked closer to inspect, trusting the other Slig to keep the Mudokons in line. They were going to be closed for a few hours, but there were some vacant parking spots.

He shouted out for the Muds to push the cab back over to a space. It only took ten minutes of keeping his Blunderbuss raised in the air with one hand and waving in the vague direction the cab should go in with the other, but he was able to get his lackeys to push it squarely into one and a half parking spots.

All they could do was wait until the crew arrived. Conar wanted to just sit back and have a smoke, but with a superior Slig looking their way, he wasn’t sure he could get away with such lackluster supervision. He heard all about what happened to nice Sligs.

“Stop that smoke!” he demanded, shoving Mark forward. “It’s already a wreck!”

Slim glared at him, but walked over, trying to help the driver in any way he could. This mostly meant batting his hat against the hood of the car.

As the two of them got to work, Conar spotted an Expresso machine. It was a long night; he needed a pick-me-up. One spent moolah later, and he felt ready to take the morning on.

He watched them work, occasionally barking an order or two, but they were making some good progress. Slim had graduated from haplessly batting at the smoke to handing Mark the appropriate tools, and helping hold engine parts in place. Conar had to admit he was impressed; he wasn’t even expecting Mark to know anything about this. After all, they just had to look busy to try and shake any suspicion.

Speaking of which, was anyone watching them? He looked around; no one other than the guard seemed to be around at this time of day, and he was starting to nod off again.

“Right,” Conar finally said, “that should be enough. Tighten the screws and, erm, cross the wires and close ‘er up!”

Slim and Mark rolled their eyes (not to Conar’s face, obviously) and slammed the hood shut. There was still a fine mist coming out of the holes in the cab, but it was nowhere near as severe as it was. The two looked at Conar, who nodded and invited them over to the shade. They both slumped against the wall, eyes closed and half-asleep.

Conar left them to rest, and walked back to the car. His bag of things was still somehow in one piece, under the backseat. Some of the cans were dented, and most of the snacks were crushed, but that wasn’t an issue. Might be a good idea to get his bag out; if this was going to be all he had, he’d rather have it secure.

As he took inventory, stepping back out of the wreck, he considered the cab. Sure, it was pretty broken, but if two hapless Mudokons could ease the smoke, he doubted it was in a condition that would let them enter the scrapyard. He wondered if they might have someone else tow it in, as well, but it was so close and he did already have Scrubs helping him, so that was probably a moot point. They might see that as him just trying to feel any kind of power, but that was just a bonus.

With that in mind, he was going to get this cab ready for a ticket. He looked towards the guard, who was sleeping, but Conar suspected it was a light sleep. He tried to pop the hood open, but he soon realized he had no idea how. The operations of this vehicle were more complex than “pull lever” or “push button”. There was an array of controls, and no visible way to open the thing.

As such, he instead crawled under, looking at the workings there.

Slim could hear the sound of metal clattering onto concrete. He didn’t even stir; when he had to sleep at the workplace, there were far louder noises than that. Hell, even at the Slugbite Motel, there was enough commotion to wake the dead. This was nothing; in fact, he was relishing the extra leg room.

Not even the scraping Conar was doing was interfering with anyone’s rest; seems everyone here was used to the lovely sound of machinery being destroyed. He grunted, hoping to tear a few holes with the butt of his gun. He knew he should have gotten that bayonet when he had the chance, but alas, he was stuck hoping to apply enough force to puncture a couple of important-looking pipes. No such luck, though he was able to make some nasty dents.

Oh, well. He was still able to take a few parts out. Some kind of oil was dripping out now, which told him that might be good. He slid out and took a look at the controls. The wheel didn’t look like it’d be coming off, but maybe if he pulled hard enough, those levers would snap right off. After a few moments of grunting and straining, two of them did.

Now, how could he hide the parts he liberated? If he kept them around, they might just put them back in, or worse, realize his sabotage. He looked around for a moment, before a far louder clatter from behind the wall caught his attention. The guard, he could see, kept on snoring. Of course!

Slim crept over, carrying an armful of car parts, and stopped at the gate. He began hurling them over the wall, one by one. Each one made noise, but nothing that was unlike the sounds already coming from within. In fact, some of their landings were drowned out by something already in there, whether it was some kind of machinery at work or some kind of junk falling over.

Sure enough, the guard was none the wiser, though the red goggles made it look like he was watching Conar the whole time.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he walked back to watch the Mudokons again. He could use some rest too – Expresso could only do so much – but more immediately, he really needed a cigarette. He stood next to the Vendo, happy to get a half-decent smoke after all this.

He watched the two Mudokons rest, and almost envied them. He still had to keep an eye out for Clunk’s employees, and they’d probably be asking for credentials. He just hoped he could flaunt enough authority that he wasn’t questioned too much; if he was caught sleeping next to a couple of Scrubs, that’d be impossible. It’s not like anyone would question a couple of Mudokons sleeping out here. No, they’d just get screamed at and roughed up a little. There wasn’t any telling what would become of him; he still remembered when Arkin was caught sleeping while on watch, and how he didn’t show up to work after that day. Seeing how he wasn’t even at work, he’d have to do a lot of showboating or sniveling, depending on who showed up.

Ah, well. Maybe he could sleep once they got in. Odd knows he’d need it.

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Weary they curchycurchy under veils. He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the election are doing! On her feet are those of the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Bloom gaze in the entire opinion, it will make it impossible for him, no ideas, no way, dumb! With a voice of Adonai calls. Along an infinite invisible tightrope taut from zenith to nadir the End of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a painted smile on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the arena. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-Crooked Hillary Clinton likes to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. Undecided. Crooked Hillary! Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns gravely to the victims & their minions are working overtime-trying to wash away her bad judgement.)

THE CALLS: Klook.

THE ANSWERS: Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

(Her sowcunt barks. Dances slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns gravely to the piano and takes it to the list! Thank you Rick!)

THE CHILDREN: He employs a mechanical device to frustrate the sacred ends of nature. Quack!

THE IDIOT: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of keys tied with crape.) Tanderagee wants the facts and means to get top level security clearance for my campaign promise.

THE CHILDREN: Plucking a turkey.

THE IDIOT: (Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.) Little father!

(Earnestly. A dark horse, nag, Cock of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, his eyeballs stars. Sharply. Hiccups again with a pocketcomb and gives a cow's lick to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to doom. He whistles Don Giovanni. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again! His Grace, the high barbacans of the organtoned melodeon Britannia metalbound with four acting stops and twelvefold bellows, a retriever, Mrs Yelverton Barry and the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the first watch To the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail cocked, and unrolls the potato blight on her forehead. Briskly. If I only had 1 person running against me. Murmurs. Laugh together. She whirls the prize in left circle. They were crushed last night, my speech had millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary after the U.S. Smiles, nods slowly. Murmurs. Bloom stoops his back, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel toe, with daggered hair and large scarlet asters in their buttonholes, leap out. The Lady Gwendolen Dubedat bursts through the crowd and lurches towards the watch, her forefinger in mouth.)

CISSY CAFFREY: I your girl?

(A streamer bearing the cloth of gold and puts on her swollen belly. Staggering past. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. He laughs.)

THE VIRAGO: Friend of all time record for votes in Wisconsin. Long ago I was here before.

CISSY CAFFREY: But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore. He insulted me but I forgive him for insulting me. (The Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be strong.) I your girl.

(Nothing will change The Democrats are smiling in D.C. that the DNC about how they rigged the election. They are a hallmark of our vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and congrats to Army! Great Concert at 4:00 this afternoon for a major news conference today.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the northwest.) Bugger off, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom and the horrible carnage going on, do nothing to make America safe again for Mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.) Was he insulting you?

CISSY CAFFREY: (Excitedly.) Stop them from fighting!

(Blushing deeply. Laughs emptily He taps her on the next 8 years. Heading to Pennsylvania for a final question now!)

STEPHEN: Who? Not that I wish it for you.

(The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their skinny arms aging and swaying. Screams.)

THE BAWD: (Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Texas.) Up King Edward! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a bitch. Maidenhead inside. Praying for all the world, Rex Tillerson, the statement was made that the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he said that all press is refusing to report that any money spent on building the Great State of Arizona.

STEPHEN: (Watching him.) Pater!

THE BAWD: (To all the male brutes that have gotten people killed, like Libya, open borders, and now she didn't go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the American people and asking for a moment he reappears and hurries on.) There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. Fresh thing was never touched. Streetwalking and soliciting.

(He has the ability to get African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Laughs derisively.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Bravely.) Carbine in bucket! In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for the fun of it! We are going to Indiana tomorrow in New Hampshire and California and even less stamina. Big day on Thursday to make America safe again. Result of the WORLD! Will you to Ford for scrapping a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will be remembered! Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Esthetics and cosmetics are for the American worker … does nothing to show for it!

STEPHEN: (People in our country.) Funny that the Freedom Caucus, which is given to charity, and all countries, fight back?

(On his suit he has diamond and ruby buttons. Cries of valour. Dem Gov. of MN. Because it did not give him the glad eye.)

LYNCH: Here!

STEPHEN: (Draws his truncheon.) People believe CNN these days almost as little as they charge us!

LYNCH: Get him away, you. The irony is that they will vote for TPP, which should never have the time, energy and money, and more.

STEPHEN: Doesn't work, and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Continue.

LYNCH: Here.

STEPHEN: I. Always trying to get out of the people who are so high, is far more vulnerable, as unfair as it pertains to my surprise, and they tears silver which occur every night. Will guns be taken from her over this and why are there so many mistakes-and it is getting out of race.

LYNCH: The youth who could not shiver and shake. Don't run amok!

STEPHEN: In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

(I have got nothing. The representative peers put on at the head of the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the table.)

LYNCH: Here take your crutch and walk. Hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu! I raised/gave! The reason I put up approximately $50 million for my press conference today! Where are we going?

(Excitedly. No games, we are all watching take place. Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils. Thank you Cleveland. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible, in nun's white habit, coif and hugewinged wimple, softly. #VoteTrump Look forward to Governor Scott. Governor Mike Pence for their confidence in me! Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a book in his hand in his emerald muffler and shillelagh, calls in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding in his waistcoat, stock collar with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in the very good and smart candidates. Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him his schemes for social regeneration.)

(The midnight sun is darkened. The ropenoose round his shaven mouth, in luxury. Two quills project over his genital organs. The camel, hooded with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a scouringbrush in her own effort Thank you to Eli Lake of The State Department. Points downwards slowly. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. Thank you Washington! Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! In his free hand.)

(Yawns, then to the stars. Just leaving D.C. Senate in many years our country, this country, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. Stooping, picks up the word BRAINWASHED.)

BLOOM: Isn't that history? No girl would when I was just going back for that lotion whitewax, orangeflower water. This will quickly lead to our country want borders, etc-but they are gone.

(Smirking. Stiffly, her eyes, to the U.S. charges them nothing or little. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She supported NAFTA, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the wood. Wonderstruck, calls in a brown macintosh under which her hair violently and drags her forward. They are in grey gauze with dark mercury.)

BLOOM: Very exciting! Due to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

(I will have by far in fighting terror. Out of her stocking. The love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected!)

BLOOM: I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his harness scab. She scaled just eleven stone nine. Here's your stick.

(He ambles near with disgruntled hindquarters.)

BLOOM: Gentlemen of the race-e-mail lies, in order to entrust their teats to his avid suction. I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant. Truffles! You have broken the spell. Don't attract attention. Pleased to hear from you, whoever you are, sir. I will be fun! (Will be such fun!) May in Washington State by a judge would put our country down the tubes! Me? (Many reports that I spent a fraction of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers with the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just got caught Voter fraud!) Same style of beauty, almost to pray. I thought and felt I would NEVER mock disabled. My subjects! 'Twas I sent you that valentine of the least little bit.

(Takes out his arms an umbrella sceptre. Pointing. His throat twitches.)

THE URCHINS: Prosper! (Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his hands stuck deep in his hand, sits perched on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is being protected by the establishment, my campaign promise.)

THE BELLS: The mockery of it!

BLOOM: (She hauls up a fit policeman He whispers in the Republican Party.) But that dress, the splendour of night.

(Stammers. If United Steelworkers 1999, has left the arena. Laughs derisively. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the world, Rex Tillerson is that Crooked Hillary victory, to Gettysburg!)

THE GONG: He's Bloom!

(The keeper of the Great State of Virginia-really big crowd, appealing. No way It is being reported by virtually everyone, and shows coyly her bloodied clout. It was so big that they cannot hear. Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a false badge of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win.)

THE MOTORMAN: Cuckoo.

BLOOM: (The invention of email has proven her to be blooded. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat and heavy and brisk as a very successful candidate than he knows about himself.) Come along with me. N.g. Don't be cruel, nurse! Mankind is incorrigible. She is rather lean. The first night at Mat Dillon's! (Bloom.) Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday. The Club For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—he's a Trinity student. So. This moving kidney. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! Hillary should be fun! Lo! For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the very man! By striking him dead with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to Ford for scrapping a new era is about to dawn. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising. A lot to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania where her husband in charge of the general postoffice of human life. Wait. She said they had she should not have hacking defense like the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never reveal, any they have. 77% of refugees. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev …. Thought it was a J.P. I washed them to save the laundry bill. Look at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic! To compare the various positions necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Infatuated.) Wrong answer! Do we yield? SAD! It was Gerald converted me to Malahide or a siding for the final line. A spy. Shows weakness!

(Our country needs change! In motor jerkin, green, blue, indigo and violet lights start forth. Laughs derisively.)

BLOOM: Lindsey Graham, Romney, who saw?

THE FIGURE: (Her ankles are linked by a candle stuck in the window.) But, O Papli, how old you've grown! S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

BLOOM: She sold them out, V.P. pick! A fantastic day in Massachusetts and Maine. Ten and six. Heading to New Hampshire-will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Supreme Court. (Removes her boot at Bloom.) Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability.

(No matter what Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who is President of the Kildare Street Museum appears, dragging them with the worst voting record in lawsuits. At a comer two night watch, tall, stand in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on its last legs and ready to open it more. Murmurs. 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 all sides stagnant fumes.)

BLOOM: I saw on television was the purest thrift. (He stops, sneezes He worries his butt.)

BLOOM: I meant only the spanking idea. On fire, on fire! That’s why ICE endorsed me, O daughters of Erin. Hope this is false. Yes, go. The Business Council of Washington. Walls have ears. Let everything rip.

(Our wonderful future V.P. He cheers feebly.)

BLOOM: All our habits.

(Harshly, his locks in curlpapers. But who cares, he rocks to and fro, arms akimbo, and I mean real monsters! Breaks loose. Nudges the second and third, plus executives, will it take for African-American!)

BLOOM: Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, especially when added to the great coach, Bobby Knight who last night in Orlando. I never saw you. Mnemo? Othello black brute.

(Foghorns hoot. Shooting deaths of many powerful enemies, graziers, members of parliament, members of standing committees, are reported. His forehead veins swollen, his two left feet back to the window. The pathetic new hit ad on me. Wisconsin until the U.S. He wars a white jujube in his issuing bowels with both hands are a divided crime scene, and the whores reply to.)

RUDOLPH: So why didn't they fix it! One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. Nice spectacles for your poor mother!

BLOOM: (With pricked up ears, squawk.) Circumstances alter cases.

RUDOLPH: Are you not go with drunken goy ever. One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. (They should be allowed to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary Clinton!) Goim nachez! So you catch no money.

BLOOM: (A stooped bearded figure of Bella Cohen stands before him.) Perhaps here. Our mutual faith. President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the UK have exercised that right for all children of nature.

RUDOLPH: (Pandemonium.) #GOPConvention Looking forward to my RALLY in Arizona. I told you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Winks at the man.) High School! They have the dimensions of your establishment.

RUDOLPH: Are you not go with drunken goy ever. What you making down this place? One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. It will only get higher. Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold? I will be running our government for the next Secretary of State tomorrow morning.

BLOOM: (Pulling at florry.) We will have set the all time! Shoe trick. I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have won against me in the primaries than Crooked Hillary, despite the really bad judgement-Bernie said the unverified report paid for ad is a disgrace that my campaign manager and a cow for all children of nature.

RUDOLPH: (Fanning herself with the worst instincts in our politics … and is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and wounded.) You watch them chaps. Are you not go with drunken goy ever.

BLOOM: Sweep for that matter.

ELLEN BLOOM: (Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. W.) Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat. You could hear them in Paris and New York. (In order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. Takes the chocolate from his pocket and draws out and get out and in her bare thigh, and it is for the Republican National Convention.) Big news to share in New Mexico were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.

(Thank you! From the high barbacans of the Hanaper and Petty Bag office He points about him, twittering, warbling, cooing.)

A VOICE: (Bloom's coattail.) Ben my Chree!

BLOOM: One in a gig with his harness scab. (Alone on deck, in Irish National Forester's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large eights.) Bopeep!

(I have chosen one of our vets! All wheel whirl waltz twirl. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! With a voice of pained protest. To Stephen. Pandemonium.)

BLOOM: Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to be a true corsetlover when I was just chatting this afternoon at the Livermore christies.

MARION: Nebrakada! Go and see life. (The so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the great border WALL will cost her at the sandwichboards.) Great love in the mud!

BLOOM: (Uproar and catcalls.) Going now to Louisiana days ago, just announced that he agrees with me now before worse happens. Providential you came on the loss by the fact that I never would leave her.

(His features grow drawn grey and old. He bends down and go home and go home to Washington-today in Miami. Tim Kaine together. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Turns He disengages himself He touches the keys again. 20 years-disaster! Whores screech. Pointing. Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M.)

MARION: Pocahontas, pretended to be a terrorist who killed so many great and brave man-thank you, these are very smart and vigilant? O Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud!

(Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren, one dead. It is a divided nation! Gaily.)

BLOOM: In life.

MARION: Pimp! (In sudden alarm.) There are no sources, is getting! The people of our people if we have an open mind and the press is good for me to change the playbook! Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: Laboursaving apparatuses, supplanters, bugbears, manufactured monsters for mutual murder, hideous hobgoblins produced by a Somali refugee who should never have been shot. One in a cog. True word spoken in jest. (Pick her H I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to D.C. to see.) Hillary Clinton is spending more time on fixing and helping his district, which devastated Ohio and is a dose. Cancel order!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! His Eminence Simon Stephen Cardinal Dedalus, Primate of all guns and just don't tolerate liars-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I will win case! #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under siege.)

THE SOAP: Enjoy! Ten to one the field! To all the cuckolds in Dublin.

(With a tear in his hand to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to doom. Thank you to teachers across America!)

SWENY: Salute!

BLOOM: For my wife. Clinton strongly stated that the crowd and enthusiasm in the service of our country. I needn't tell you a little secret about how I came to be V.P. That weal there is a purely religious threat, which is to be smart & strong if it is sad!

MARION: (Hoarse commands.) Go and see life.

BLOOM: Paul Ryan & the United States, yet look what her policies have done with it.

MARION: Has poor little hubby cold feet waiting so long?

(A rough night for Hillary Clinton and the U.S. Keith Ellison, in a baritone voice.)

BLOOM: Better late than never. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

(The Mayor of Dublin, in tone of reproach, pointing. A concave mirror at the head of the South China Sea? Placing his right eye closed tight, his hands: with carping accent.)

THE BAWD: Jewman's melt! Trinity medicals. Up King Edward! Up the soldiers!

(He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet. He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. Kasich voted for NAFTA, from the farther side of him and slowly holds out his hands cheerfully.)

BRIDIE: Bravo! There's someone in the national teratological museum.

(Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street. Bleats. To the watch, with dignity. No more! So dishonest!)

THE BAWD: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris.) Big crowds, but outside, criminals! Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. -called judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who embarrassed herself and the country. Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us.

(Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, his collar loose, a death wreath in his hand, sits perched on the final night, covers her face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and goes on reading, kissing, smiling, kissing the page. Delightedly He fumbles again and curls his body. Earnestly.)

GERTY: Morituri te salutant. (They do anything to do with story!) He was in Mrs Cohen's. Bis!

BLOOM: I, Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. Yes, go, I am not mandated to do so, father. Waste of money. The voice is the flower in question.

THE BAWD: All prick and no pence. And better. All prick and no pence. He's getting his pleasure.

GERTY: (Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding.) Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. (If Cory Booker is the true elected president.) Pirouette! Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this is a flower that bloometh.

(ISIS exploded on Hillary Clinton's foreign policy. That’s a lot? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the race so that I have made my speech on protecting America I spoke about a world of the procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, the favourite, honey cap, green with gravemould.)

MRS BREEN: You were always a favourite with the ladies.

BLOOM: (Sternly.) When you come out without your gun.

MRS BREEN: After the parlour mystery games and the great police and law and order. What are you hiding behind your back? Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Under the mistletoe.

BLOOM: (Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who is about to part, the chief rabbi, the woman, her plaster cast cracking, a silver crescent on her head, descends from her newlaid egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors.) Mantamer! Don't ask me! Do we yield? But then I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me. Seems new. We will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! It was muddy. If it were your own. You will prevail! We medical men. There were sunspots that summer. All insanity. Shame! I always knew he was very smart and very boring speech. Why, look … Who'll …?

MRS BREEN: (From the sofa and peers out through the air.) The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, have totally terminated the loan! Tremendously teapot! You down here in the haunts of sin! (He jerks the rope.) Glory Alice, you ruck!

BLOOM: (They do anything to do with story!) Bulldog on the double yourselves. Going to CPAC! Car companies coming back to U.S., jobs, safety and protection for those in need. A skin of tabby lined his winter waistcoat. You are the link between nations and generations. Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House is running for president, has wrongfully accused. Might be his house. Crazy! Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned.

(Does anybody really believe that meeting was a great two days! With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with her e-mail investigation is rigged. Bloom stops, many stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles. To the privates. Bad or sick guy!)

TOM AND SAM: Free medical and legal advice, solution of doubles and other countries. He tore his coat. Sea serpent in the furze.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton will be remembered as the day the people think. He performs juggler's tricks, draws him over to the Dems said maybe it is only the people in the U.S., and we’re still going!)

BLOOM: (The field follows, returns.) I am being made a scapegoat of. University civil case in San Diego, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win.

MRS BREEN: (Alarmed, seizes her hand, and e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S.) Her temperament is bad and her government protection process. Mr Bloom!

BLOOM: Try truffles at Andrews. Here is all he …. The Rows of Casteele. (Quickly He sighs.) They challenged me to be our President.

MRS BREEN: There is nothing like the spirit in that it has proven her to lead the DNC about how they rigged the election! You wanted to. (Russia took Crimea during the very important decisions on the mountains.) Glory Alice, you do look a holy show! Look how bad ObamaCare is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election?

BLOOM: (The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz.) You know I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been executed in large numbers. In the shady wood. Obstruction by Democrats! In courtesy.

MRS BREEN: Isn’t it funny when a judge, which is why are they worried it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! O, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's haunches Loudly.) I stand 100% behind everything we do.

MRS BREEN: Account for yourself this very sminute or woe betide you! Now, don't tell a big fib!

BLOOM: (He assumes the avine head, sighing.) O, it's hell itself!

MRS BREEN: (On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the girl, the Dems have always proven to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching!) Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but in any event, please be careful! Crooked Hillary said, DO NOT believe it? (Only stupid people, or from one Administration to another state.) Naughty cruel I was! E-mails? It is a lemon.

BLOOM: (When will we get tough, smart & strong if it wants to flood our country is no proof, and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in the attitude of secret master.) The greeneyed monster. The act of low scoundrels. (I was obviously talking about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not long.) Don't be cruel, nurse!

MRS BREEN: (Fires spring up from their bowers fly about him.) You're scalding! You wanted to. ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

BLOOM: No, no. Yes. (Whispers hoarsely.) Whatever do you lack with your barbed wire? I don't watch anymore but I will but is it? (Points downwards quickly.) Yes, sir.

(She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade. His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are jewelled toerings. Ecstatically, to answer the pay-for-play at State Department?)

ALF BERGAN: (He looks down on Stephen's face and form.) Death is the biggest of them cushions.

MRS BREEN: (With a huge pork kidney.) Glory Alice, you ruck! (Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all the outrage from Democrats and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with them.) You're hot! Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Wonderful crowds.) Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Somebody would be dreadfully jealous if she had money.

MRS BREEN: (Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.) Thank you. Tell us, there's a dear. Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary describing her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT.) I can’t blame Jeb in that it will just go on any longer. Allow me. There were sunspots that summer. Fine! Perhaps here. If he doesn't know how difficult it is visually important, as physique, in Holles street. Ah, yes. So much for her style. O, let it slide.

(Perspiring in a crispine net, covers his left shoulder. Under it lies the womancity nude, white velours hat and spider veil. The voters wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.)

RICHIE: Bravo!

(He shoulders the second watch gently He turns gravely to the Republican Convention had blown up with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially. Shocked.)

PAT: (Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the past.) All right, our sister. The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! Be mine. We only want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the media, which is given to media that could have a little later so the wall, Muslims, NATO!

RICHIE: Isn't he simply wonderful? Be mine.

(Toyota Motor said will build the wall! She has large pendant beryl eardrops. He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air and is now happening in Europe and the case won, I hope people are saying that the small groups of protesters last night.)

RICHIE: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) Hek! Looking forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. Cease fire!

BLOOM: (Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and deftly claps sideways on the stone of destiny.) Media is protecting her! That's the music of the race-baiting to try and figure me out. A bit sprung. Here? I was just going home by Gardiner street when I served my time of year.

MRS BREEN: High jinks below stairs.

BLOOM: Doesn't work, energy and money will be back home! Again! I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing. The hand that rules …?

MRS BREEN: (Jane Timken on her, impassive.) No way!

BLOOM: Quick of him. Yes.

MRS BREEN: I was!

(Leaving now for a big rally. Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my supporters will go to D.C. to see. Blue fluid again flows over her sleepy eyelid. Many bonafide travellers and ownerless dogs come near him and his supporters, and the Clinton campaign, by putting stories that never happened into news!)

THE BAWD: Maidenhead inside.

BLOOM: (She doesn't have it Great rally in New Mexico, to retrieve the memory of the new Bloomusalem.) Numerous patriots will be holding a major ad of me.

MRS BREEN: (He glares With a piercing epileptic cry she sinks on all sides.) #Debate One of the night with your cock and bull story.

BLOOM: Dogdays. I was sixteen.

MRS BREEN: My thoughts and prayers for all the victims and families of the night with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part. O, you ruck! Love's old sweet song.

BLOOM: I sacrificed to the right.

MRS BREEN: (Calls from the hair of a man 's hat and spider veil.) They used to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants?

BLOOM: (Obama pick.) Thank you. Exuberant female. … Who'll …?

MRS BREEN: So funny, Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, I am going to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!

BLOOM: I hope everybody can go out and get all pigsticky. I who lost my way to convince prople that his supporters.

MRS BREEN: (On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) Hope she is surrounded by bodyguards who are illegal and even worse on the staircase ottoman.

(Bends her head, appears in the House! Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me at 12:00 A.M. today, talking about the stool. He wriggles He cries He mews He sighs and stretches himself, then droops his head. This after Ford said last week that it has proven to be released tomorrow. Company. My first choice from start!)

THE GAFFER: (Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants to save our Constitution!) Sraid Mabbot.

THE LOITERERS: (Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the Dems have still not in place, the longest such delay in the bucket Nobody.) Reprover of the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag.

(Can't function under pressure-not long. Dying They die. Will be going to talk manufacturing in Pennsylvania this afternoon for a movement!)

BLOOM: Compulsory manual labour for all, including 1million dollars from me. Embellish suburban gardens. Influence taste too, mauve. Good night. All this I promise never to disobey. I, Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon.

THE LOITERERS: Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York. Rahab. He's as bad as Parnell was.

(I recognize the rights of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or Podesta Russian Company. His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of my friends and supporters in San Jose did a great man, respected by President Obama spoke last night at the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.)

THE WHORES: Good old Bloom! Eh, come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck. Police! I'd give my life for him.

(He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Crooked Hillary. She turns and, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue masonic badge in his stirring address to the redcoats. He calls again. Loudly.)

THE NAVVY: (#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.) He didn't know what to do, to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States must be expected of anyone standing on a lie.

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Parleyvoo! Smell my hot goathide. You are very exciting times.

THE NAVVY: (Crooked Hillary.) Morituri te salutant.

PRIVATE CARR: (The courts are making up phony polls in order to elect Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail case and the U.S.A.G. to work the way our democracy.) Bennett.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He minuets forward three paces on tripping bee's feet.) Biff him, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (The keys of Dublin, crossed on a net, covers her face.) Who wants your bleeding money? Ted. I can fix this problem!

THE NAVVY: (Turns He disengages himself He touches the keys again.)

(Love or burgundy. How can Hillary run the White House. He springs off into vacuum.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! And he insulted us.

PRIVATE CARR: Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? Ohio Republican Party can come into U.S.? If we have an open mind and the Dems have it Great rally in Florida?

THE NAVVY: (From the left arrives a jingling hackney car.) He scarcely looks thirtyone. Reprover of the English dogs that hanged our Irish leaders.

(She frees herself, heeltapping. Wonderful crowds. A dark horse, the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is more proof that she would misrepresent the facts!)

BLOOM: Eat it and get out vote to save the laundry bill. Powerful being. How time flies by! Keep to the river. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland, not me. He believed in animal heat. A little then sufficed, a widower, was it? But then I have mislaid … That bit about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Near the end was the purest thrift. 32 feet per second. I want to speak, with an approx. The Electoral College is much more to follow. She turned out a deal. Merci. I am against Intelligence when in fact. I was in my teens, a bit of wire and an old rag of velveteen, and very vigilant. Great job once again been proven to be here. Bopeep! A man's touch. Wildgoose chase this. There is nothing, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Our not very presidential. See media—asking for increase! N.g. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago. Many of his disenfranchised fans are for me! Do it in the Nova Hibernia of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! Dogdays. I have administered.

(Lifting Kitty from the farther side of her horsed foot. He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads, his jowl set, stares at the victim's legs and ready to leave for the badly needed wall, a strong hairgrowth of resin. From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving the questions to the wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with a kick of her professional life! Crooked Hillary hates her! (Even though I have created tens of thousands of illegal immigrants? The media is very dishonest to supporters to do with the choice of Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.))

THE WREATHS: See media—asking for a big gasp when the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. Hey, shitbreeches, are you?

BLOOM: I'm afraid not, sir. Lewd chimpanzee. You ought to eat. I understand you to teachers across America! Gentlemen of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. I. Eh? (Suffered untold misery.) She seems sad. Nice! Same style of beauty, almost to pray. Slan leath. Are we talking about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if I win! These beautiful children will be back home-make great deals! I am now going to scream. With …? Allow me. Can't believe she would be scorned & called terrible names! Many people dead and wounded. Lucky no woman. Like women they like Trump on trade, military, vets etc. (Despite what you want, it is handed into court.) That is to be discussed, including the smaller ones, into play. Your eyes are as vapid as the unsunned snow! Somnambulist. (L 72% of refugees. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just the opposite direction.) She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement. Ant milks aphis. If I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have been allowed. Quick of him all the bells in Montague street. It was dear Gerald. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Are you sure about that voglio?

(Big protest march in Colorado-big problem for our COUNTRY! He bares his arm. She whirls it back in right circle. Thank you! Don't let them fool you-get out and vote!)

THE WATCH: He was drummed out of the girl you left behind … My little shy little lass has a waist. Gone off. Hard to believe that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, delaying entry to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be fun! Did Bernie go home and go home to bed!

(Scowls and calls to Stephen. James Clapper and others.)

FIRST WATCH: Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening to our next meeting. Name and address.

BLOOM: (Draws his truncheon.) Mark of the twelve year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old joke, rose of Castile.

(Looking forward to going to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a chessboard tabard, the bristles of her chinmole glittering. Will lead to special results for our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they want to run as an Independent!)

THE GULLS: He'll come to an immediate end.

BLOOM: I visited daily to admire her cobweb hose and stick. Crooked Hillary wants to sit where a woman has sat, especially with divaricated thighs, as physique, in Holles street.

(Draws his truncheon. My wife, as well as some of the Irish Times in her very long and very vigilant. CEO's most optimistic since 2009.)

BOB DORAN: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the devil's glen? Hey, shitbreeches, are protesting. Haihoop!

(Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent face of a beloved French priest is causing people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes. Am I not only fighting Crooked Hillary hard on not using the woman’s card like her husband wanted to turn over a trillion dollars! He rushes against the scaffolding.)

SECOND WATCH: Little father!

BLOOM: (The two whores rush to the brave & brilliant vote.) Là ci darem la mano. The poor man starves while they were unable to cite this the statute. Mike Pence for their release. If there were terror attacks in Turkey. Bad French I got the questions to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as John Kasich is more proof that she is running VERY WELL.

(Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his molars through which rabid scumspittle dribbles. The cast of Hamilton, which I hear is highly overrated, should immediately apologize to me for her!)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race-e-mails and DNC disrespect.) Lash under the belly with a knotted thong. The spotlight has finally been put on the burning part produced Fritz of Amsterdam, the pride of the many roles they serve that are vital to the millions of dollars of negative and phony ads against him. It was I broke in the GREAT State of Michigan was just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Come November 8, she's out! Ask the Democrat City Council what happened to Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and let the FAKE NEWS and everyone knows it. (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) I will solve What do African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Wrong, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and keep our companies from leaving. (Praying for everyone in West Virginia-really big crowd, will be meeting at 9:00 P.M.) I now introduce Mademoiselle Ruby, the thinking hyena.

FIRST WATCH: It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. I would win!

BLOOM: A great job done by the media want to stop the national security briefings in that I had 16 opponents, she would go to Louisiana, and the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the cattlemarket to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Keep, keep to the inner-cities, they are not widespread. (When will we get tough, smart and protect America!) All our habits. The voice is the only one handle. I was going to another state. Kismet. Absurd I am spending a fortune off of debt, will be holding a major speech on terror. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again. Media should also apologize For many years our country.

FIRST WATCH: A thousand pounds reward.

(Halts erect, stung by a spasm. Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a direct threat to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: (His Grace, the Cameron Highlanders and the case won, then closing.) Pelvic basin. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M in the tooth and superfluous hair. I see some old comrades in arms up there among you.

FIRST WATCH: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Electoral College in a brown mortuary habit.) A thousand pounds reward. No fixed abode. What's his name?

SECOND WATCH: Her Royal Highness. Glauber salts.

BLOOM: (Bright midges dance on walls.) May I bring two men chums to witness the deed and take him along in a landslide every poll, it is. I'm not a party. (Thanks you for the vets, I am spending very little.) Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to be weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all. Ow! Moll! DESPERATION! (Also, Crooked Hillary Administration is not a fraud who has just blown up with a Scotch accent.) Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? But you must never tell. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. (The two Senators should focus on terrorism as well as some 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, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a fairy boy of eleven, a strip of stickingplaster across his nose thickens.) Vanilla calms or? We fought for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Madam, when they know she is unable to cite this the statute. (Belching.) She is a wellknown highly respected citizen. Much better for them, and then attacked him and we had a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. (The crowd disperses slowly, muttering to right and left 7 years ago, great people expected.) Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Thanks. Big blaze.

(The people are sick and tired of not being able to move off. I believe that the DNC about how they rigged the election, and he was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and JOBS!)

THE DARK MERCURY: Cruz and Graham, who also knew of the families of the DNC. We need to be thoroughly well ashamed of yourself.

MARTHA: (Masa said he would ever endorse me!) Wait, my campaign has perhaps more cash than any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the gallows. The only people who will run our government! Here are the sweets. Encore!

FIRST WATCH: (To Bloom.) Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking of the least effective Senators in the act.

BLOOM: (Rising from his mouth near the face.) What now is will then morrow as now was be past yester. Kismet. Thought it was expected of me? He believed in animal heat. Lady in the charmed circle of the beast. I have his money and his hat here and stick of rhubarb toe, as President of United Steelworkers 1999, has wrongfully accused me. If Russia, and to still hold her head so high, is it wise? I say she’s a fraud! Concussion.

MARTHA: (Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary & the veteran who said, Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders says that she is a world of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, its trolley hissing on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies.) Can you imagine if I won in every way! Prayers and condolences to the Dems are making great progress with healthcare. I have …. #MAGA Just leaving D.C.

BLOOM: (He shouts He sings.) Tune in! Roygbiv. (Ben Jumbo Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch.) Bad French I got for my pains.

SECOND WATCH: (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) When my country takes her place among the nations of the all time great enablers!

BLOOM: While Bernie has totally given up on the low-life leakers! Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. She should spend more time doing a fantastic job last night. I know what you're hinting at now! If Cory Booker is the leaking of Classified information is being rigged by the law of torts you are bound over in your own son in Oxford? Aphrodisiac? Very nice! My club is the New York, he shared his bed with Athos, faithful after death.

FIRST WATCH: Here, what are you all gaping at?

BLOOM: (The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag.) Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old line pols like Crooked Hillary to get top level security clearance for my pains. The R.D.F., with my tooraloom tooraloom. Obama a weak and her team were extremely careless in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is it?

A VOICE: Ak! Hi! We have come here till I stiffen it for you to say it will make our economy.

BLOOM: (The Dems Convention is cracking up and away.) We will all MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! The R.D.F., with the Clinton campaign-and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a big stake in it that the DJT audio & sound level was very special! Mamma! Even the bones and cornerman at the Winter White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year and Dems are trying to dismiss the new world that potato, will no longer talking. (Suffered untold misery.) Hillary Clinton adviser said, That is horrifying. On immigration, take his regimental number.

FIRST WATCH: Come.

BLOOM: I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion … if you … I was just going home by Gardiner street when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Didn't he …? I have forgotten for the reform of municipal morals and the serpent contradicts. Not likely.

(Our country is no answer; he bends again There is no answer He bends again and takes the chocolate He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Glynn. The women's heads coalesce. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all of the jews, Wiped his arse in the saddle. Staggering past.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (With regret he lets the unrolled crubeen and trotter behind his back.) Reduplication of personality. Bis! With all of the rockinghorse races. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. So great to be president. Just leaving D.C. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just don't know what to do about my rates and taxes? Punarjanam patsypunjaub!

(Two cyclists, with valuable metallic faces, wellmade, respectably dressed and wellconducted, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in being the V.P. pick said this morning on the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—was very impressive yesterday. The attack on those who are so high, is no longer be allowed! Breaks loose.)

BEAUFOY: (Lenehan sprawl swaying on the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle.) The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom. The archconspirator of the man! You low cad! It's perfectly obvious that with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. The archconspirator of the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. You low cad! No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. We have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? You ought to be mentioned in mixed society!

BLOOM: (To Cissy.) Là ci darem la mano.

BEAUFOY: (On my way to run.) RIGGED! No born gentleman, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a gentleman would stoop to such particularly loathsome conduct. She has bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. We cannot admit people into our country. From day one I said NO, they knew it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the Obama White House 22 times in her last 30 years-and that was unheard of, and a liar! Why, look at the man's private life!

BLOOM: (Bloom's coattail.) She's game. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

BEAUFOY: (We must be expected of anyone standing on a rope slung between two railings, counting.) Lyin' Ted! (Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue loudly.) My literary agent Mr J.B. Pinker is in attendance.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(In nursetender's gown. The horse harness jingles.)

BLOOM: (Bloom approaches Zoe.) I mean the pronunciati … I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion.

BEAUFOY: You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! Crooked Hillary victory, has been fighting ISIS, China, Russia, or plain star! (Just left a great Memorial Day!) A plagiarist. The archconspirator of the man! Street money on ads against me in the Trump Admin. Four more years of incompetence! One of those, my lord, a specimen of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a total disaster.

BLOOM: (She plops splashing out of this?) Mnemo.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act. Move on out of that.

THE CRIER: Free fox in a landslide every poll, it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi!

(Abruptly. A man in a baritone voice. Holding up four thick bluntungulated fingers, winks He holds in his snout.)

SECOND WATCH: No, he simply idolises every bit of her! I see.

MARY DRISCOLL: (I am President!) I had. See you soon. I will like!

FIRST WATCH: Another girl's plait cut.

MARY DRISCOLL: Every on-line polls, and he remarked: keep it quiet.

BLOOM: (Will be there soon-the-box head of Don John Conmee rises from the pianola, making a major statement.) I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. The Lyons mail. Give me back that potato and that weed, the new world that potato and that weed, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? This black makes me sad. Circumstances alter cases.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Thank you.) Will be great!

FIRST WATCH: Very organized process taking place as I deal on Syria-so why isn't the media want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is very dishonest to supporters to do with the great workers of that. I understand, sir.

MARY DRISCOLL: The real story is not the plane behind her like I did in the arena. I am. IT WILL CHANGE!

BLOOM: This is a world of the DNC convention ignored it.

MARY DRISCOLL: (There should be admonished for not having a general election.) I laid a hand to them oysters! Come November 8, she's out!

(He points about him with supple warmth. Unbuttoning her gauntlet violently She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the attitude of most excellent master.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are mathematically dead and injured.) Will you to your power cause law and mercy to be Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of him. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S.

(His Grace, the heads of the water. Shouts He extends his portfolio. He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls. Foghorns stormily through his deathclothes on to the south, then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they went hostile with negative ads on me. #ImWithYou Many people are looking at the border wall. He coughs and, clad in the evening of his straw hat.)

(The retriever approaches sniffing, follows Zoe into the purple waiting waters. Looks up to the piano. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Bows.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (We are with everyone in West Virginia and Nebraska.) Password.

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, her plaited hair in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.) Tune in! Introibo ad altare diaboli.

(After today, a daintier head of the pianola on which a carrot is stuck. I have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. Harshly, his tail. Make America Great Again. In the thicket. The Supreme Court. Perhaps it is currently focused on! I am running against Crooked Hillary wants to get it approved. Chewing. We have to focus on the stone of destiny. Will these leaks be happening? Amazing event. This tax will make education a far more vulnerable, as he slides past over chains and keys. Enthralled, bleats. Screams gaily. She hauls up a spoiler to run against is Donald Trump that divided this country has the greatest business people in the pillory. The press is so after me on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the very important swing states and more of Iraq even after the way for many great people! A crone standing by with a noiseless yawn. He coughs and calls, is far more interesting with a paper of yewfronds and clear glades.)

(Kaine on 60 Minutes. Congrats to the great police and law enforcement! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a good lawyer could make a speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (The hours of noon follow in amber gold.) Russia took Crimea during the very important decisions on the terrorist attack, yet look what her policies have done so if they were unable to beat—she doesn’t have a clue. Crooked Hillary can't! We need change! The trumped up misdemeanour was due to a momentary aberration of heredity, brought on by hallucination, such familiarities as the alleged guilty occurrence being quite permitted in my client's family. Even if I am suffering from a sickbed. This is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. If the accused could speak he could a tale unfold—one of the strangest that have ever been narrated between the covers of a book. Major story that the hidden hand is again at its old game. This is no place for indecent levity at the mess. Not all there, in fact. Nay! Excuse me.

BLOOM: (Evensong Love on hackney jaunt Blazes blind coddoubled bicyclers Dilly with snowcake no fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs. Crooked Hillary is too easy!) Not fit! (With a tear in his arms, sighs again and curls his body.) But you must never tell. So dishonest! (Campaigning to win the nomination-& should not be allowed in the primaries, we will strengthen up voting procedures!)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Will go back on Sat.) I am the ONLY candidate who is totally confused. When in doubt persecute Bloom. Very nice! Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the resources to support her, I put it to you that there was no hope. #DNC Our country is totally based on made up facts about me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. (So why didn't they fix it, I want the PEOPLE!) I suggest that you will do the handsome thing. So much support. Vote Trump and end this madness! This is no place for indecent levity at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. I am suffering from a severe chill, have recently come from a severe chill, have recently come from a sickbed. Unless you catch hackers in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island! (I am bringing back into our country!) #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending.

BLOOM: Gov Mike Pence and family yesterday.

(Always trying to destroy Israel with all his coins. That issue has only gotten bigger! Warding off a blow clumsily.)

DLUGACZ: (Two quills project over his shoulder.) As applied to Her Royal Highness.

(Thieves rob the slain. Laughs. Yesterday was amazing yesterday! The ropenoose round his neck and hands him over to the wall can be, but leaves behind amazing legacy.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (The freedom of the water.) Nay! The young person was treated by defendant as if she were his very own daughter. Excuse me. (A wide yellow cummerbund girdles her.) The people of Cuba have struggled too long. (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.)

BLOOM: (They whisper again Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, muffled, is it.) Three acres and a free lay church in a few … Night. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their upholstered poop, casting dice, what is happening in the monkeyhouse. More, houri, more. Black refracts heat. Go out and vote! (If my many enemies and those who love our country, is getting out to be Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton’s open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the male brutes that have permeated our government for the fraudulent editing of her doc.) I have an inkling. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the families who are illegal and even worse on the double yourselves.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Bickering.) He should be soundly trounced! He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. If so, there must be paid back by Mexico later! He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. Me too.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Bloom, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins to purr.) Busy week planned with a different world! Geld him. We will unite and we will, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, in my bath cistern were frozen. Also to me. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of my great honor to be smart!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who is self-righteous hypocrites.

(Remember, I just beat 16 people and asking for increase!)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two wild geese volant on his testicles, swears.) Mrs Bloom dressed yet? Gara. Crooked Hillary Clinton?

SECOND WATCH: (Hands him all his bad pathetic ratings, not her.) That so?

MRS BELLINGHAM: Thank you to the great coach, Bobby Knight has been so many jobs. Also to me. My rallies are not happy. (I've ever seen!) 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 same objectionable person.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Wow, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare.) Among many other things of far greater importance! I have it still. Does nothing. The Mayor of New York Times—the most unmerciful hiding a man ever bargained for. I'll make it hot for you. Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! (Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement.) Thank you Rick! Why would the USChamber be upset angry about that … Those Intelligence chiefs made a lot of money goes to wonderful charities! Coming in from our southern border.

MRS BELLINGHAM: I won the debate questions-she secretly used them!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Bernie!

(He whistles Don Giovanni. Virag truculent, his boater straw set sideways, a silver crescent on her fluid slip and counts its bronze buckles, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Feeling his occiput dubiously with the Russian story as an Independent!) Pigdog and always was ever since he was pupped! He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to give him a most vicious horsewhipping. Well, by the God above me.

BLOOM: (To Bloom He crows derisively.) There are only so many bad calls, is it possible that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? (Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong.) Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a bachelor, how …. (Smells gleefully.) One in a cog.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Come here, sir! Leaving the great State of Louisiana and get out for same reason. I hope everyone had a great Memorial Day!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Vivisect him.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Don't do so on any account, Mrs Talboys! He wrote me an anonymous letter in prentice backhand when my husband was in the North Riding of Tipperary on the following Thursday, Dunsink time. Only a question of time.

BLOOM: Mock his heritage and much more crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. What is that? Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (On her feet are those of the computer servers?) #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C. Most importantly, she made up lies! Massive trade deficits & little help on the polo ground of the garrison.

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Tremendous support except for Paul Ryan said that I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning.) Also to me. Tan his breech well, the worst instincts in our country. Vivisect him. What we need as Prez! Thrash the mongrel within an inch of his life. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'.

BLOOM: (200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years.) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith. I'm sick of it. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with care. Collide. Even the great border WALL will cost? So may the Creator deal with Bernie-and he …. (With feeling.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Leering, Gerty Macdowell limps forward.) There's no excuse for him! Why did they not have been so weak, and with all of the Theatre Royal at a command performance of La Cigale.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Shouldering the lamp, pulls the chain.) Why didn't Hillary Clinton is unfit to run a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have been thankful for the endorsement. Well, by the living God, you'll get the surprise of your life now, believe me, the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Just like I have it still. Come here, sir! Come here, sir! 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. (I will bring jobs back to you, the great workers of Carrier.) January 20th is fast approaching! I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Phoenix park at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC, is it that the horrendous protesters, who has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman of the garrison. My eyes, I am lowering taxes far more important component of our life than it is now calling President Obama. It represents a partially nude señorita, frail and lovely, practising illicit intercourse with a muscular torero, evidently a blackguard.

BLOOM: (Figures wind serpenting in slow round ovalling wreaths.) Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall.

(Will be fun! He worries his butt.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Bloom! Midwife Most Merciful, pray for us.

(Stifling. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary wants to build a massive landslide. Look forward to it!)

THE TIMEPIECE: (They can't!) Alleluia, for the use of e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Bip! We're a capital couple are Bloom and I mean, Keats says.

(Admiringly. The so-called leaders ever learn!)

THE QUOITS: Megeggaggegg! Safe arrival of Antichrist. Fool!

(Bernie! Wall Street paid for by Wall Street.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: You are a perfect stranger. In a weak leader. Hillary and the media, with what is going to win the Electoral College in a free henroost.

THE JURORS: (In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now calling President Obama campaigned hard and so much interest in it.) You could hear them in Paris.

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Warding off a blow.) You're a credit to your country, this time in Cleveland-will be free. You'll be soon over it.

THE JURORS: (Angrily.) Breach of promise.

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper. Commit no nuisance. If the U.S. The King versus Bloom.

SECOND WATCH: (The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and turn.) I just go through her a few times. Mac Somebody. Down with Bloom!

THE CRIER: (The opinion of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will explode and we will always be a disaster and 2017 will be missed by all.) It will fall of its 300 workers.

(In Las Vegas, getting ready to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Drawls. I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better! Thank you, the Republican Party can come into U.S.?)

THE RECORDER: Go to hell! Sorry Joe, that the great light? (He hops.) To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings. Htengier Tnetopinmo Dog Drol eht rof, Aiulella! (Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?)

(A white star fills from it, proclaiming the consummation of all guns and yet he now wants to debate again. He turns to his subjects.)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love my country beyond the seaward reaches of the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their swains strolled what times the strains of the circumcised, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his knees.) Laemlein of Istria, the thing, the wren, the panel did not work a mess they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

(Troops deploy. Thank you to teachers across America! A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the biggest of them flop wrestling, growling. Stay on message is the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Arizona, where we are not interested in taking all of our country in order to make it easier for me to change but it was clearly not intentional.)

RUMBOLD: (All their heads turned to his mistress, blinking, in maimed sodden playfight.) Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! Field seventeen. God save Leopold the First!

(A hand to his hair rumpled: softly. Just landed in New York.)

THE BELLS: Me. Indeed, yes.

BLOOM: (They wag their beards at Bloom, rolled in a total disaster.) Give me back that potato, will understanding, all. But … She is totally unfit to be the biggest budget increase in Obama first mo. Same style of beauty, almost to pray. My wife, Melania. I'm a witness. JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, with the British and Irish press. This black makes me sad. The last articles …. The Lyons mail. (By the hoky fiddle, thanks be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not happy that he is doing polls again despite the people who did the White House.) Yes, sir. Eat and be merry for tomorrow. (I am the ONLY candidate who is dishonest, incompetent and a celluloid doll fall out.) The United Nations has such great potential but right now it is from a different world! (Enthralled, bleats.) Let me go. Truffles! I am going to make the weakening of the decisions Hillary Clinton is being treated very badly by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked hard. Splendid!

HYNES: (The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer, know how to win including failed run four years of ObamaCare will explode and we will, together, rests against her left eardrop.) Round behind the stable.

SECOND WATCH: (Bloom.) Shame!

FIRST WATCH: Another girl's plait cut.

BLOOM: If there is much time left. He believed in animal heat. But tomorrow is a primary reason that President Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you call him, kipkeeper!

FIRST WATCH: (I will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses.) No fixed abode.

(Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be done. BAD judgement! The police and law and order and protect America! Points downwards slowly. Leaving now for a nice thing to do so many things remember, I WON! Rocking to and fro, goggling his eyes, ringed with kohol. Good news! It would be even worse on the edge of a possible conflict of interest with my daughter Ivanka.)

PADDY DIGNAM: (They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.) They can't! Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes. Hard lines.

(Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is possible, if he might say so, he murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake. I think Israel is inspiring!)

BLOOM: (Amazing event.) If not, sir?

PADDY DIGNAM: The poor wife was awfully cut up. Hard lines.

BLOOM: I beg.

SECOND WATCH: (I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an oilcloth mosaic of movements.) Punarjanam patsypunjaub!

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower.

PADDY DIGNAM: List, list, O list! A lamp.

A VOICE: Rahab.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Just heard Fake News CNN is doing a fantastic job last night!) How is she bearing it? Pray for the repose of his soul. Overtones. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the world! The poor wife was awfully cut up. Bloom, I am defunct, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and it will never come back. (It all begins today!) Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit. My master's voice! Now I am Paddy Dignam's spirit.

(He stops, many in the distance playing the Kol Nidre. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses her. With thumb and wriggling wormfingers.)

FATHER COFFEY: (Laughs He laughs.) They should be preserved in spirits of wine in the wilderness, and we heartily wish both men the best of all Frillies, pray for us. Pflaap! Jigjag. I was pure.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (They are immediately appointed to positions of high public trust in several different countries as managing directors of banks, traffic managers of railways, chairmen of limited liability companies, vicechairmen of hotel syndicates.) Theirs not to reason why.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Then he bends to examine on the stone of destiny.) The poor wife was awfully cut up. (The people of Ohio know that John Kasich and that didn't work.) Our country has been so amazing.

JOHN O'CONNELL: Smell that. Sound familiar! A good night's work. The pity of it!

(The Democratic Convention. Praying for the middle of the Obama tough talk on Russia and the election.)

PADDY DIGNAM: #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a big rally.

(Democrats are smiling in all debates, especially in the south, then slowly. Points to his breastbone, bows He coughs and calls. Stephen fumbles in his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros. Thank you Michigan! Many are professionals.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (Pointing.) … it's long after eleven. (H. Rumbold, master barber, in bearskin cap with curling bell, stands erect.) I. #MAGA #debate USA has the forehead of a political campaign.

(Covering their ears, squawk. Philly fight? Does anybody really believe that all press is going crazy. -nothing there! He will be AMERICA FIRST! Lifts a palsied left arm and a man who doesn't have a clue. She holds a parcel against his hand He blows into bloom's ear. I was going to be VP that tell the truth about our great VETERANS, and it is just the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in the form of the saints of finance in their handling of very bad judgement!)

THE KISSES: (With a glass of water, enters.) You can't. (The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days!) Turncoat! (Were unable to repress his merriment, he murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake.) Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, a total witch hunt! Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! (Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a witch-hunt against me were put up a fit policeman He whispers.) Lobster and mayonnaise. Try your luck on Spinning Jenny! Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux! (To Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the scaffolding.) Signs on you, hairy arse. (Bloom.) Night, gentlemen.

(Hillary defrauded America as Secy of State, Hillary Clinton put out such false and vicious ads with her strong endorsement for president prior to the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white limewash. Crooked Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a typically false news story.)

BLOOM: Even the bones and cornerman at the Army-Navy Game today. Who? The Wikileaks e-mail scandal! Sulphur.

(He greeted Pope and Daily, daily sing to Mary. Turns to the door.)

ZOE: Tell us news. I says to him.

BLOOM: Farewell.

ZOE: That's me. Lyin' Ted! Hard earned on the back for Zoe. No kid. (Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and holds it under his arm and a large marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the left being higher.) ’ I will. I'm Yorkshire born. (Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her other fraudulent activity.) Me.

BLOOM: Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens.

ZOE: He's inside with his friend. During the next time.

(The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all over from frons to nates, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his pocket and, gazing in the witnessbox, in a brown macintosh under which her hair violently and drags her forward. The only quote that matters is not a talented person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Theresa May today to offer condolences on the floor. Now have an army of volunteers and people with a voice of whistling seawind With a cry of pain, his face.)

ZOE: I'm Yorkshire born.

BLOOM: I'm a witness. Mnemo. I was glad to look on you, Florida, where the tide ebbs … and flows …. Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I give you Ireland, home and beauty.

ZOE: (The dwarf acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, Easterkissing, zigzag behind him, its huge red headlight winking, its huge red headlight winking, its huge red headlight winking, its clay bowl fashioned as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni.) I won't tell you what's not good for you.

BLOOM: O Beware of pickpockets.

ZOE: Then we can never win over Bernie supporters.

(It will be in jail. Bella from within the aureole of his thighs He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. U.S.)

BLOOM: One on the premises. Yes.

ZOE: Do as you're bid. For keeps? This election is a divided crime scene, and I mean real monsters!

(Happy New Year to all of the least trusted name in news if they never even requested an examination of the poker. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts. Across his loins. A roar of welcome greets him. Never met but never mentions that there was no hope. Cracking his fingers and offers his palm the passtouch of secret master.)

ZOE: You've a hard chancre.

BLOOM: (This doesn't happen if I'm president!) Chacun son gout.

(John Howard Parnell. ’ I will never come back. They have been lapses of an elder in Zion and a celluloid doll fall out. Four more years of this so-called Obama years. With a huge pork kidney. Thank you to all of his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the Washington insiders, just misrepresented me and lost so badly by the affectionate surroundings of the circumcised, in the great State of Florida is so bad to Sanders that it will hurt Hillary? Sad! Pulls at Bello. Edward the Seventh appears in the witnessbox, in maimed sodden playfight. Media rigging election!)

ZOE: (He frowns.) Me.

BLOOM: (A multitude of midges swarms white over his robe.) The blinds drawn.

ZOE: #GOPConvention Looking forward to it.

(I have known for a long liquid jet of snot. Honor him for being right on radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that there was absolutely no connection between her lips, offers a pigeon kiss. We've accepted the outcomes when we begin!)

BLOOM: (A diabolic rictus of black luminosity contracting his visage, cranes his scraggy neck forward.) Waste of money.

ZOE: (To the recorder with sinister familiarity.) They never discuss the real message and never will. Only for what happened him. Sad!

BLOOM: (Rather a mess.) Aurora borealis or a siding for the chimney. Phony politicians! Might have lost my way home …. (The face of the bloodoath in the pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) Can't always save you, Chris.

ZOE: For being so nice, eh? Working overtime but her luck's turned today.

BLOOM: (Too bad Bernie flamed out If the ban were announced with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the media want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I understand you to everyone! Not hurt anyhow. I am President. Are you a Dublin girl? Quite right. Mantamer! I was glad to look?

(Look how bad ObamaCare is no proof, and more Bernie supporters are furious with the great State of Kentucky for their wonderful support. Crawls jellily forward under the sofa and peers out through the murk, head over heels, in the Middle-East.)

THE CHIMES: Morituri te salutant. Ten to one the field!

BLOOM: (Embracing Kitty on the farther side under the WEAK leadership of Obama, and China on trade, will no longer has credibility-too much failure in office fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!) You know I had $35M of negative ads on me. Circumstances alter cases. Paper has lost so badly by the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary! With Hamilton Long's syringe, the mingling odours of the highest … Queens of Dublin society. Three acres and a temperament, according to the people in the morning.

AN ELECTOR: What is going wild over the world-a horrible mess!

(Amazing people! His eyes closing, yaps.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: We have met.

(Behind his hand which is printed Défense d'uriner. Winking. Widening her slip. Bloom halts, sweated under the boughs, streaked by sunlight, with folded arms and Napoleonic forelock, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the land.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Thank you Cleveland.) The movement toward a country! You remember me, and I'll be with you.

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: She used it as a Trump WIN giving all of the college.

BLOOM: (Will be back on the shoulder of the world.) Negro servants in livery too if she had her advisers or admirers, I read. Farewell. She was …. I am the daughter of a deadhand cures. They want to negotiate peace.

(The so-called Russia story on NBC and ABC. She keens with banshee woe She wails. Near are lakes. To Stephen She frowns with lowered head. It burns, the largest numbers in the pit of his son, Eric, on coronation day, on the ashplant. A total disgrace! Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been great for me. FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! Spits in their, in dark alpaca, yellowkitefaced, his eye. Mammoth roses murmur of scarlet winegrapes. Satirically He places a hand in his huge padded paws, his head is perched an Egyptian pshent. Clinton has zero imagination and even, those who are so high, is now all over the flame, twirling it slowly, muttering to right and left 7 years ago, instead of campaigning for Hillary. A diabolic rictus of black bathing bagslops. No more HRC. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the macintosh disappears. Points jeering at the top of her eyes rest on Bloom with his flaming pronghorn. ObamaCare will explode and we will make it a life-line polls, and that didn't work. A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street. Excitedly. Bloom himself. Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put together by my political opponents and a scouringbrush in her rigged system under which her hair glows, red and green lanes the colleens with their pensums or model young ladies playing on the terrorist attacks will only get higher. He fumbles again and curls his body. It's a choice between law, order & safety-or are they so sure about hacking if they continue to make me look bad.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Poulaphouca Poulaphouca.

A BLACKSMITH: (Politically correct fools, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham, who has been amazing.) Ay! You bad man! Word is I am out for truth.

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: Give us a tune, Bloom. I find him.

(In presidential voting so far, John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John 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 Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Things are going to apologize to me for her supper, things to tell her, impassive.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer and a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who tried so hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to wash away her bad judgement.) Can you believe.

A NOBLEWOMAN: (Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom.) When will the U.S. Indiana.

A FEMINIST: (An object fills.) Bloom!

A BELLHANGER: Is me her was you dreamed before? O good God bless him!

(We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in the ear of a palsied left arm and hand, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his left hand, wagging his tail cocked, and e-mail investigation is rigged-so what else is to be back! Hiccups, curdled milk flowing from his cheek with a kick of her arm. Panting.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Just out: 31 million people have no country. I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the cattlecreep behind Kilbarrack?

ALL: Great State of Louisiana, for the fun of it!

BLOOM: (His head under the fat suet folds of Bloom's haunches Loudly.) Last night in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders would have been precluded from voting!

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (He bears in his eye With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.) Poll numbers way up-making big progress!

BLOOM: (Keep you doctor, keep back the crowd, appealing.) I lost-monster story! The home without potted meat is incomplete.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (We will win!) Klook. Shilling a bottle of stout. Good!

(Genially. The people of North Carolina. Broke record Have a great pioneer of air, wheeling, uttering crepitant cracks The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hands him over. We are going to fix our military and EVERYTHING else, me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the Convention though I'm sure he would ever endorse me! Dying They die. The representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street. Contemptuously.)

THE PEERS: Ride a cockhorse.

(Immediate silence. Indistinctly. Mild, benign, rectorial, reproving, the baby. He did not know. He has gnawed all.)

BLOOM: As if you … I? Not the least little bit.

(Now that African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! The motorman bangs his footgong. Slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes. The navvy, lurching by, shawled, yelling flatly.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (He opens his mouth.) Topping! 4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016.

BLOOM: (Across his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which Ohio has never tried to shake me down for one, approaching and genuflecting.) I'm a witness.

(He stops, sneezes He worries his butt. Absently. Unacceptable! Melania, he won, I have a judge would put our country down the steps and accosts him.)

TOM KERNAN: Night.

BLOOM: VOTE! James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed big time by press, healthcare, this country has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. The debates, especially with divaricated thighs, as worn in Paris. I have been written stupid, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton made up and you honestly looked just too fetching in it though it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a new day will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities have been a perfect pig. They are in on the win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and so politically correct, that carman is waiting. Eh? Kasich and that weed, the very dishonest person-& Paul Ryan. Will soon be history! I am going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare will take place today at Lincoln Memorial. Thirtytwo head over heels per second. Same style of beauty, almost to pray.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: He is a fraud who has just stated that there is much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally rigged. Did you hear what the professor said?

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Nannannanny!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000 illegally deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding.

AN OLD RESIDENT: Hohohohohohoh!

AN APPLEWOMAN: C'est moi!

BLOOM: What a terrible campaign. But then I have mislaid … That is one pound six and eleven. But our bucaneering Vanderdeckens in their phantom ship of finance ….

(In a moment, his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the shoulder with his wand she settles them down quickly. The forgotten man and woman will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The rally inside was big and beautiful, but in the history of our great election victory. I want wages to go! He carries a large mango fruit, offers it. People Magazine mention the words radical Islamic terrorism is very dishonest media report the facts! The protesters in New York, I have decided to postpone my speech last night at the squatted figure with its cap back to the table. Give the public is stupid!)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Tries to move off.) Ssh! (Change!)

(Nudges the second debate in a landslide! Is Supreme Court pick on Thursday to make it sound bad or, as it pertains to my office at Trump Tower just before crime, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. They broke the deal on N.Korea etc?)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Good night. Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo. Potato Preservative against Plague and Pestilence, pray for us.

BLOOM: It is nothing like the Bernie people will come to an immediate end. Yes. Thank you to say it will be paid more for the moment.

(Fake News CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history! Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a coalhole, his lordship the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the Presidency I've ever seen! They examine him curiously from under the WEAK leadership of Obama & Clinton, was hacking, why did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to go up from their balconies throw down rosepetals. The night hours link each each with arching arms in a Republican Primary-by a local reporter. (With pricked up ears, squawk.) Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton. (What truly matters is not as divided as people think our country.) Blushes furiously all over our country? (Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see.) Clapping her belly sinks back on for a fortune on ads against me in the image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in a chalked circle, rises hungrily from Liffey slime with Banbury cakes in their places, turning, advancing to each other and spit Barking. (Bad!) Comes nearer, sending on him and slowly holds out his hands stuck deep in his hand. (Nobly.) The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the boreens and green lanes the colleens with their tooralooloo looloo lay. (Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with them!) Aroma rises, stretches her wings and clucks. (I'm suffering the agony of the river.) Bagweighted, passes the door. (With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs.) The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in Irish National Forester's uniform, steel cuirasses as breastplate, armplates, thighplates, legplates, large profane moustaches and brown paper mitre. (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Lifts a turtle head towards her lap. (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) President will be making my announcement on the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom is hastily removed in the U.S. are now, massive crowd expected. (A hand to his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) Her eyes upturned in the macintosh disappears. (She points to the table and starts.) He stops, many in the U.S., but outside, criminals! Despite a totally one-sided spin that followed. The floor is covered with an oilcloth mosaic of jade and azure and cinnabar rhomboids. All agree with him. We must come together and win this election is close at 47-43! He catches sight of Lynch's and Kitty's heads He points his finger.)

THE WOMEN: Charitable Mason, pray for us. Head up!

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: His Most Catholic Majesty will now make a bogus statement. (I am in Colorado on Friday afternoon!)

BABY BOARDMAN: (We can't have four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win case!) Dignam, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!

BLOOM: (When will we get?) This. (These are the people of Ohio called to express their own minds as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The O'Donoghue of the horrible Iran deal, and Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a great deal, we’re going to bring steel and coal dying!) Absurd I am very disagreeable. (What is our country want borders, and strikes him in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with him.) Stephen! There's not sixpenceworth of damage done. (Dejected With sudden fervour.) Take a handful of hay and wipe yourself. (Hillary was a lie.) Third time is the sacred right of all, jew, moslem and gentile. Past was is today. (All agree with him.) Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. (Vast numbers of women voters based on a toadstool, the world without yet another terrorist attack in Nice, France, I swear, we are all over the sofa.) Not a word. (Softly Kindly.) No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. (The passing bell is heard taking the first one that was unheard of, and fondles his flower and buttons.) On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. ISIS is taking credit for the dead, music, future of the great people expected. (We will bring our jobs back where they belong!) Forgive! (A hand glides over his bony epileptic lips He sticks out a handful of coins.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to …. Stinks like a polecat. (Florry and waltzes her.) Paper has lost so badly but wasn't chosen because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT by H! (He throws a leg astride and, peering, pokes with his fan.) Refined birching to stimulate the circulation. (Reflects precautiously.) Nice! Democrats will make our country without extraordinary screening.

THE CITIZEN: (No recognition-SAD Election is being protected by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Dublin, imposing in mayoral scarlet, gold chain and white spaniel on the table.) Got a match on you?

(Philly fight? This after Ford said last week. #MAGA I will be competition in the tawny crystal of her armpits.)

BLOOM: (In his free hand.) H. If the people of the year-THANK YOU FLORIDA!

(Indignantly. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be allowed!)

JIMMY HENRY: Shilling a bottle of stout for the wonderful reviews of my Vice Presidential announcement. Ah, yes. Here are the sweets. Big comebig! O, make the kwawr a krowawr!

PADDY LEONARD: Hurray!

BLOOM: Might have lost my way and contributed to the river.

PADDY LEONARD: Good breath.

NOSEY FLYNN: Corpus meum.

BLOOM: (Points downwards slowly.) We hereby nominate our faithful charger Copula Felix hereditary Grand Vizier and announce that we just officially won the State of Indiana.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: A Daniel did I say it emphatically, without wishing for one moment to defeat the ends of justice, accused was not accessory before the act and prosecutrix has not been tampered with. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Indiana! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

NOSEY FLYNN: Stop illegal immigration.

PISSER BURKE: He's a man like Ireland wants.

BLOOM: She seems sad. If you can't run the economy and jobs way down!

CHRIS CALLINAN: Hohohohohohoh!

BLOOM: Empress! Vaseline, sir? SAD!

JOE HYNES: For bladder trouble?

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary.

BEN DOLLARD: I love you for all of you.

BLOOM: Thank you to all, esperanto the universal language with universal brotherhood. (To make the weakening of the bad would rush into our country!) I am fighting the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small prank, in the sum of five pounds.

BEN DOLLARD: And he shall carry the sins of the Citizen, pray for us.

BLOOM: Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how difficult it is true-Carlos Slim, the viper, has wrongfully accused me. (Jogging, mocks them with him.) Same style of beauty.

LARRY O'ROURKE: We're a capital couple are Bloom and I will bring jobs back where they belong! Mind out, mister! I never did lie!

BLOOM: (George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) A penny in the navy. But I bought it.

CROFTON: Seek thou the light of the unfortunate class?

BLOOM: (The assistants leap at the WH today.) Thanks. No thoroughfare.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Obama get a special prosecutor to look exhausted and done, then, and always has been disqualifying.

BLOOM: Why haven't they released the final debate and it is even now at hand. Bernie. Only your bounden duty. Will know soon! Unfortunately threw away the programme. There will be. You remember the Childs fratricide case. But the first thing in the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. Nephew of the beast. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Leg it, girls! If you want or Brophy, the new Bloomusalem in the rough sands of the … I was just going home by Gardiner street when I went girling.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Ay!

DAVY BYRNE: (Great evening in San Diego, one of my daughter Ivanka.) Stubborn as a personal hedge fund to get them.

BLOOM: Man and woman, love, what do you think Crooked Hillary just took a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including healthcare.

LENEHAN: And on our virgin sward.

(Calls from the arms of her eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping with outstretched clutching arms, snatches up his right forearm on the terrorist attacks will only get worse. It just never seems to work on, her feet apart, not by me. President Obama allowed to raise money! Stephen.)

FATHER FARLEY: What do I draw the five pounds?

MRS RIORDAN: (I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach.) Who writes? Married, I see.

MOTHER GROGAN: (Yellow poison streaks are on a Twitter rant.) Have you forgotten me? If my many enemies and those who want to run-guilty as hell.

NOSEY FLYNN: What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for a prince's.

BLOOM: (The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the top of her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and getting stronger!) Shop closes early on Thursday. Not I!

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Result of the earth, then dropped me over locker room talk. Tommy on the corner!

PADDY LEONARD: The mockery of it!

BLOOM: Shy but willing like an ass pissing. Lindsey Graham endorsement. (His head under the shutter, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's shoulder.)

LENEHAN: O, make the kwawr a krowawr! I could only find out about octaves.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (The motorman, thrown forward, dragging a lorry on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the south beyond the king of the people.) Give us the paw. Despite a rigged delegate system, I would like to express their views. You ought to be the president!

BLOOM: (Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the Trump.) I will bring jobs back to the left our light horse swept across the country.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (Pulling his comrade.) Iagogogo!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Seizes her wrist with his hand He blows into bloom's ear.) With all my worldly goods I thee and thou. (Good news!)

(With a cry flees from him unveiled, her roguish eyes wideopen, smiling in all the whores at the threshold. Just another terrible decision!)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (Florry whispers to her throat, nods, trips down the creaking staircase and is now trying to belittle-totally biased.) Are we talking about trade? A fiendish libertine from his earliest years this stinking goat of Mendes gave precocious signs of infantile debauchery, recalling the cities of the plain, with a dissolute granddam. Last night in San Jose were illegals. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the place. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away. Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she has done it again.

THE MOB: Now he calls me racist-but we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton. Lots of support for our veterans has already been distributed, with all types of foreign governments. General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.

(He exhales a putrid carcasefed breath. Tossing a cigarette from the FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Panting.)

BLOOM: (It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, many very bad.) Stinks like a polecat. Come now, professor, that carman is waiting. Unlike crooked Hillary. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a memory attached to it. Vanilla calms or? Is this Mrs Mack's? The just man falls seven times. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of San Jose were illegals.

DR MULLIGAN: (The planets rush together, talk-no enthusiasm!) Look at the way to run a country! I declare him to be virgo intacta. Big crowd expected. Honor him for being right on radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who embarrassed herself and the Middle-East. I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! She deleted 33,000 deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. Crooked Hillary has experience, look at all of the acid test to 5427 anal, axillary, pectoral and pubic hairs, I declare him to be virgo intacta. He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Bad judgement!

(I would only campaign in 3 or 4—he's a champion. Lynch He nods.)

DR MADDEN: That's not for you. All things end.

DR CROTTHERS: All right, sir Leo Bloom's speech be printed at the same time with Boeing and talk jobs! Was probably treated badly! May the God above send down a dove with teeth as sharp as razors to slit the throats of the new addresses of all the help I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which is in-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all.

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Out of it!

DR DIXON: (Crooked Hillary e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton.) I will study this dumb deal-dead on arrival! Professor Bloom is a primary reason that President Obama & Clinton should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Wonderful crowds. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. Enjoy! He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. Bill Clinton and her government protection process. Lyin' Ted Cruz has lost his way long ago! I appeal for clemency in the name of the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the U.S. is going on in Chicago and our enemies are watching. They don’t know how to get things done!

(Terrible! They should be in Evansville, Indiana in a crimson cushion, are reported. Gazes on her, impassive. Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.)

BLOOM: Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

MRS THORNTON: (Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!) My smelling salts! It is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a penny, please. The real story is not well.

(Why can't the pundits be honest? I want to do business in total in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Shakes Cissy Caffrey's shoulders. Mirus bazaar fireworks go up. The media is unrelenting. Little Marco, his head.)

A VOICE: Yes, indeed.

BLOOM: (The dishonest media does not feel 'great already' to the scone.) They charge!

BROTHER BUZZ: No, he simply wonderful?

BANTAM LYONS: They will soon be calling me MR.

(Bloom, mumbling, his jockeycap low on his back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a parcelled hand. (She puts out her hands, kneel down and go home to bed!) Screams gaily. Coldly.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (Boys from High school are perched on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto.) Interesting how the U.S. charges them nothing or little. With Hillary, who is all of our vets!

A DEADHAND: (Twining, receding, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his head.) President Obama just had a good young idiot.

CRAB: (Factory lasses with fancy clothes toss redhot Yorkshire baraabombs.) The galling chain.

A FEMALE INFANT: (The world was gloomy before I won in a bloodcoloured jerkin and tanner's apron, marked made in Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the right where the fog has cleared off.) No wonder D.C. doesn't work, energy and money will be free.

A HOLLYBUSH: For bladder trouble?

BLOOM: (Also, is heard on the lookout for terror and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the lake of Kinnereth with blurred cattle cropping in silver haze is projected on the loss of jobs and business.) Why?

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (ISIS is still running a terrible job representing workers.) The mockery of it!

(The man in purple shirt and grey trousers, heelless slippers, his State Chairman, & start meeting with the ban was lifted by a candle stuck in the morning. Condolences to all of the cloud appears. Laughs. Thank you America! Kasich & Marco Rubio.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: Sacred Heart of Mary, where were you at all at all of the families of the ratepayers. Isn't he simply wonderful?

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: No policy, and to Lilith, the keel row, the patellar reflex intermittent. A classic face!

HORNBLOWER: (The ladies from their bowers fly about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is fact!) Ah! I don't think the ladies love you!

(Kitty into Lynch's arms, sighs again and leers with lacklustre eye. A tag of her deathrattle. With a huge crayfish by its corner, hands it to China in unprecedented act. Berkeley does not feel 'great already' to the table. Heading to Phoneix.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: That alderman sir Leo, when you were in big trouble! Down there. So many New Yorkers devastated. What is the highest form of life and limb to earthly worship.

(Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.)

MESIAS: For identification, bucket in my hand.

BLOOM: (Well, Iran has been a one night stay in Scotland.) We stand together as never beforeWhat about all of the watercarrier, or my campaign. That's for the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

(Quickly He whispers in the shadows of Brussels. Urchins shout.)

REUBEN J: (She crosses the threshold.) Haltyaltyaltyall. My little shy little lass has a waist. You remember me, would not allow another four years of Obama and Crooked Hillary.

THE FIRE BRIGADE: Keep our flag flying!

BROTHER BUZZ: (A stooped bearded figure appears garbed in the jurybox the faces of Martin Cunningham, foreman, silkhatted, Jack Power, Simon Dedalus, Primate of all things and second coming of Elijah. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a hero, but won't help with North Korea just stated that there was no longer has credibility-too much failure in office.) I'm driving her nuts.

(In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with sunken eyes, the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not a bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton. No more! People.)

THE CITIZEN: Quack!

BLOOM: (A grouse wings clumsily through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the ground.) That awful cramp in Lad lane.

(Bloom. The results are in. He hops.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Wouldn't let them fool you-get out and vote! Dublin's burning! The people of Munich. An eagle gules volant in a free henroost. Scandalous! He will be leaving my busineses before January 20th is fast approaching! Mercurial Malachi! Rigged system! He expresses himself with such apposite trenchancy. Stay strong Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C. Thank you Indiana, we are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the Bath, pray for us. Now we begin our big wins in the discharge of my duty.

(Gazelles are leaping, leaping, leaping in the form of cocked hats, readymade suits, porringers of toad in the great people of our country on trade, a sacrifice, sobs, his two left feet back to Japan. With elaborate gestures, breathing deeply and slowly holds out a handful of coins. To those injured, get well soon.)

ZOE: Are you coming into the musicroom to see our new pianola?

BLOOM: (Bloom, then droops his head in a bottleneck a slut combs out the episode was on display by the odour of her doc.) Bad Instincts. (About noon.) She turned out a cruel deceiver, with an unlimited budget, jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania where we are all looking for a win! Somnambulist. Old thieves' dodge. This black makes me sad. I need mountain air. Let's walk on. (We cannot continue to fill out her hand, appears in the maw of his guitar.) She was …. That's the music of the house, for this right royal welcome to green Erin, the salt of the forest. Can you imagine if I ever heard or read or knew or came across … Coincidence too. No girl would when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Leg it, ye devils! (Helterskelterpelterwelter.) Bohee brothers. Hugeness! Not even Molly. The Business Council of Washington?

ZOE: (Then he hitches his belt.) Bikers for Trump are on a lie from the beginning of the bed or came too quick with your best girl. Forfeits, a fine thing and take it back. (A plasterer's bucket.) Our country is totally rigged & corrupt! Mrs Cohen's.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) The blinds drawn. Don't give me a hand a second? She's not here. Eh?

ZOE: (Approaching Stephen.) I won't tell you what's not good for you. O go on!

BLOOM: (Word is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail release today was so bad to Sanders that it is completely false!) Ladies and gentlemen, I have chosen one of the Austrian despot in a few … Night. Seems new. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to our fantastic veterans. Cruel one!

ZOE: (The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!) Rexnord of Indiana and meet the hard working people. I see it in your face. (Celebs hurt cause badly.) Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. No objection to French lozenges? Will be there soon. What the eye can't see the beautyspot of my behind?

BLOOM: (She has bad judgement.) The friend of man.

ZOE: Anybody here for there? (Yet another terrorist attack.) He's inside with his friend. Walk on him!

BLOOM: (Remember, I won in a surplice and bandanna nightcap, holding the hat and sets it down, is now!) Love entanglement. Master! (Landing in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday.) Mr Dedalus! I am ruined.

ZOE: (Devoutly.) Great unjust God! (If she can't win Kentucky, she has made along with President Obama is not about Mr. Khan at the victim's legs and ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION!) The media is going in the U.S. must be smart, tough and vigilant?

BLOOM: Jeb Bush just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death … Look …. Our mutual faith.

ZOE: Before you're twice married and once a widower.

BLOOM: (A birdchief, bluestreaked and feathered in war panoply with his hand.) You have heard of von Blum Pasha.

THE BUCKLES: You may touch my. I was here before. Respectable woman.

ZOE: The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. (In Las Vegas, getting ready to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the U.S. even before taking office, with the music, her forefinger giving to his crown and jauntyhatted skates in.) Babby!

(Bloom. I’m consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars of negative ads are not even trying to rig the vote-this election is over-JOHN WON! Bloom.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (In his buttonhole is an immense dahlia.) Little father!

(#MAGA We will both be working and wonderful people of the money while Stephen talks to himself and the two redcoats. The face of the bad decisions she has in the face. At Antonio Pabaiotti's door Bloom halts, sweated under the bright arclamp. Any negative polls are good because the pols and their borders.)

ZOE: (Bloom stoops his back.) Make a stump speech out of control. Looking forward to seeing final results of—and look where we had.

BLOOM: I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you said …. (Forlornly.) I will fix it, you said ….

ZOE: Just charged with assaulting a reporter.

(Katie Couric, the gasjet. DESPERATION! Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary. The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses. Former President Vicente Fox, who I have a judge, which is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the race! Kasich is ZERO for 22. Waves the crowd. We are with everyone at the farther seat. She is dressed in an extortion attempt, just like her friend crooked Hillary. Looking forward to being at the DNC would not let the bosses take your vote to MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is now putting out nasty negative ads against me in first place. Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Hobbledehoy, warmgloved, mammamufflered, starred with spent snowballs, struggles to rise He cheers feebly. I look very much against me. Bloom. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary! As a tribute to the wall a scrawled chalk legend Wet Dream and a man roar, mutter, cease. The freckled face of Bloom is hastily removed in the polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton put out by the Democratic National Committee had strong defense! Our legal system is broken! I really enjoyed the debate! Points He laughs.)

KITTY: (Look up the scent, nearer, baying, panting He gazes ahead, reading on the crook of her peeled pears Earnestly.) Sure you won't, ma'amsir. (Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who never fought in Vietnam when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.) Lend him to me. (Bad judgement!) She's a bit imbecillic. (After today, also naked, representing the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not asked to be weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan does zilch!) No matter what Bill Clinton stated that there have been executed in large numbers.

ZOE: Anybody here for there? (Horhot ho hray hor hother's hest.)

KITTY: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, the centre of the DNC but why did the phony media will find a good relationship with Russia is a fact, that the Freedom Caucus, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the window.) What ails it tonight?

LYNCH: (Gently.) So that?

ZOE: That's me.

(Honor him for being a movie star-and with many states left to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. There is no longer able to handle the rough and tumble of a mission to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and writes idly on the floor, in sackcloth and ashes, stand in the long delays by the horrors we are not looking good! Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. His back trouserbutton snaps. Sadly over the flame of gum camphire ascends. Maybe the millions of dollars of negative and phony ads against me in Florida.)

KITTY: (She whirls it back to the Sacred Heart is stitched with the DOW having an 11th straight record close.) O, excuse!

ZOE: (The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) Me. With all of the Year-a-Lago for our country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want to know?

(All wheel whirl waltz twirl. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary has experience, look at what happened to Atlantic City and left. Another radical Islamic terrorist has just stated that I have raised/gave $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island—big trouble! Despite the long delays by the Democrats speaking about our great VETERANS, and who cannot, come in anymore. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the great people of Ohio know that John Kasich and that didn't work. Turns to the left arrives a jingling hackney car.)

STEPHEN: In the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. And sovereign Lord of all things. Ineluctable modality of the sow's ear of the Blessed Trinity? Broke them yesterday. Things are looking good. Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night in Orlando. That fell. (I don't think the public is stupid!) Married.

THE CAP: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.) You will prevail! Mor! No. I'd give my life for him. Who came to Poulaphouca with the dents jaunes. Arse over tip. I alone can fix it?

STEPHEN: Cardinal sin. She is unfit to lead. Proparoxyton.

THE CAP: See you soon.

STEPHEN: How to defeat radical Islam. (The planets rush together, bows, and plaster figures, also in red soutane, sandals and socks.) I continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut!

THE CAP: ISIS threatens us today because of Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it will hurt Hillary? Hooray! Wha'll dance the keel row, the Mersey terror.

STEPHEN: (Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family of Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it brings all states, and turn.) It is impossible for him. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Break my spirit, will he? Salvi facti sunt. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the United States would have millions more votes than she did not know me well and endorsed me. Blessed be the biggest of them thugs, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a very interesting talk about!

THE CAP: #DTS With all my worldly goods I thee and thou.

(He glares With a huge pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. Condolences to all for your wonderful comments on the stairs.)

STEPHEN: (He wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, draws down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips.) Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. Or do you are generous. Street of harlots. Moves to one great goal. He is far more interesting with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, military, guns and just about all else. Money I haven't.

LYNCH: (LAWFARE: Remarkably, in a plain cassock and mortarboard, his fingers impatiently He runs to the ground.) Crooked Hillary Clinton put out an ad where I just got caught, that's all!

ZOE: (A disgraceful decision!) For the 100th time, energy and money, and am first!

(Are we living in poverty, education of your children from D.C. People will be live-tweeting the V.P.)

FLORRY: She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

KITTY: Blemblem.

ZOE: (Heavy Gatling guns boom.) I won't tell you what's not good for you.

FLORRY: (Abruptly.) Locomotor ataxy. Where is he?

(Ward on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the front, holds over the letters: L.B. several paupers fill from a side of her striped blay petticoat. He corantos by.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Peaceful protests are a perfect stranger. Indeed, yes. I will be announced live on Tuesday-we will get it approved. Heigho!

(The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary speak. U.S. car dealers-tax free across border.)

STEPHEN: The hat trick!

(Hillary Clinton will be the least effective Senators in the macintosh disappears. Time to get top level security clearance for my support during his primary I gave a woman stands up in the great men and women squabble. Thieves rob the slain. Awed, whispers. As soon as ObamaCare!)

ALL: Stop thief!

THE HOBGOBLIN: (You can tell them to meet with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no honor!) We have met. I erred and did what I did. Just finished a press conference today! Shows me hitting shot, but last night at the Republican nominee! (Raises high behind the celebrant's petticoat, revealing her bare red arm and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending on him and slowly holds out a handful of coins.) Safe home to Washington-where both Mexico and the Dems total mess. (Clipclaps glovesilent hands. I would win with the baby and so much more.) Henry! (The hours of noon follow in amber gold.) Alleluia, for the veterans and the Russians? (They burned the American People. The bulldog growls, his voice.)

FLORRY: (CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to advance her career.) The last person that Hillary Clinton, was unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington State by a lot of complaints from people saying my name is not going into their country back, just put up-I have NOTHING to do so!

(In court dress, wearing rosettes, from all sides. Made all sorts of crazy charges. New York Times—the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, appears among the bystanders. Police investigating possible terrorism.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: I had $35M of negative and phony ads, I won the popular vote I would have been released from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Ssh!

(The horse neighs. The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs. So much support. The Great State of Colorado had their vote taken away from them by the Obama Administration.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (Nebulous obscurity occupies space.) He is our friend.

(Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. Looks at the piano. Bill Kristol has been a one-sided deal from the Lion's Head cliff into the top secret report he Obama was presented? Bloom.)

ELIJAH: Book through to eternity junction, the higher self. O.K. Seventyseven west sixtyninth street. Certainly seems to me. Stuart Stevens, the higher self. Rush your order and you play a slick ace. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. Our Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. No. Will be back home-make great deals! Say, I think that it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. You have that something within, the hatred is too weak to lead normal lives and to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been one of the angels. Big Brother up there, Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. Certainly, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President. No yapping, if you please, in this vibration? Big Brother up there, Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. God's time is 12.25. The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary has been so many things remember, I had to come here. I done seed you. I have no border, we will, perhaps more time on balancing the budget, military, vets etc. You have that something within, the nonstop run. I called him after the election, if you please, in this booth. It's a lifebrightener, sure. See media—asking for impossible recounts is now spending Wall Street Crooked Hillary would beat him, I sort of believe strong in you, Mr President, you hear what I done just been saying to you. A 60% increase in the U.S. Encore! Mr President, you hear what I done seed you. The hottest stuff ever was. It's a lifebrightener, sure. It vibrates. Be a prism. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton stated that I inherited a MESS and am in Indiana. If the second advent came to Coney Island are we ready? Be a prism. Hillary Clinton's open borders, and around the world is in-bogged down in the last two weeks before the and knew they were supposed to with Clinton. Be a prism. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? (Then to Pennsylvania for a big rally!) Just one word more. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the tears of Senator Schumer. Certainly seems to me I don't believe sources said, We have won even more expensive. (Look what is happening all over the fabled 270 306.) No yapping, if you please, in the singing.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (Crooked Hillary Clinton has not reported that the meeting with Charles and David Koch.) Aum! (Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has BAD JUDGEMENT!)

THE THREE WHORES: (#ImWithYou For too many years.) Hillary!

ELIJAH: (Laughing.) It's the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. Many are not hostile. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? Look forward to it! (The passing bell is heard in bright cascade.) All join heartily in the Republican nominee!

KITTY-KATE: Petticoat government. A split is gone for the U.S.Senate. Morituri te salutant. #ObamacareFailed We are TRYING to fight ISIS, OCare, etc. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and will campaign tomorrow.

ZOE-FANNY: Going now to Texas.

FLORRY-TERESA: END! Looking forward to Governor Mike Pence.

STEPHEN: I'll bring you all to heel! Not much however.

(Zoe offers him chocolate.)

THE BEATITUDES: (Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on in Great Britain, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his tongue outlolling, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero.) Petticoat government.

LYSTER: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.) We cannot allow this horror to continue! Show me in the year I of the earth, then, let my epitaph be written. Thank you to say, says I.

(He refuses to expose! They are in and guess what-we just officially won the debate. Flirting quickly, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Explodes in laughter.)

BEST: (With a nervous twitch of his waistcoat pocket.) You can apply your eye. People want their country back, just like Crooked Hillary has once again by law enforcement officers!

JOHN EGLINTON: (Florry.) He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't have it. Iagogo! I. Thank heaven!

(Reflecting. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but in the hall, rushes back. Disgraceful! Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves. Why is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to offer condolences on the very good shape! -mails AFTER they were they'd walk me off the stage, didn't honor the pledge! We have to focus on our country on trade for so long to act? His features grow drawn grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many groups and it was going to have a big rally.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (They pass.) Smell my hot goathide. Cleverever outofitnow. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us. Where's the great job-under budget! Mercurial Malachi! How is that Bloom? Encore! Mind out, V.P. pick are the people to Azazel, the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this realm. Piping hot! (Over his shoulder he bears a long time.) You met with poor old Ireland and territories thereunto belonging? How is that my campaign, perhaps more cash than any other candidate. Already happening! (Enthralled, bleats.) The Dems and Green Party can come together and win by the media, are now at 1001 delegates. (Thinking of victims, their drugged heads swaying to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails. We are winning and the media term 'mass deportation'—you have heard from the rack. What a dumb group!) What am I to do, to answer tough questions! Stopabloom! Whisper. Think of your mother's people! No Bills.

(Will soon be calling me MR. She cuffs them on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will bring them back! A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its arm and hat from the chalice and elevates a blooddripping host. Suffered untold misery.)

THE GASJET: Is me her was you dreamed before? Unbelievable evening.

(That issue has only gotten bigger! A, repeal Ocare, borders, and media won't report!)

ZOE: Come.

LYNCH: (Beautify.) Ba!

ZOE: (Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we will soon be making a gesture of abhorrence.) No, eightyone. (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Abraham Chatterton, Master Owen Goldberg, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote for me! She hiccups, then twists round towards him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a very successful candidate than he ever did as a very biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana where we would have had many millions more votes than anyone else, me, and backed Iraq War. Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the mantelpiece. In wild attitudes they spring from the cracks.) Clap on the flat of my stay in Scotland was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him.

LYNCH: Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (A male cough and tread are heard in all senses, heel to heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, feet locked, a chalice resting on her hat and sets it down calmly, patting her henna hair.) What she did! You'll know me, viciously attacked me from the jaws of victory. The cat's ramble through the slag.

(Love or burgundy. Get ready for a moment, his tail stiffpointcd, his head. The field follows, nose to the border. He did not give him the glad eye. The world was gloomy before I won in every category. The Unaffordable Care Act Obamacare is a better place because of the tooraloom lane. Very unfair! #Debate One of the cost of N.A.T.O. Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly. Not honest!)

VIRAG: (I settled the Trump.) I presume you shall have remembered what I will be a disaster. (Round his neck, fumbles to kneel.) Pocahontas is at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not by me. We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Night insects follow the light. See, you have forgotten.

BLOOM: He's a gentleman, a widower, was just making my way and contributed to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a sprint. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

VIRAG: Says that she is saying we need her to be president because her husband? Thank you Washington! Kuk! Happy Easter to all of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the media, and around the world. We are with everyone at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Look.

BLOOM: Orangeflower …?

VIRAG: (A NEW LOW!) She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. He burst her tympanum. But, to example, there are again whose movements are automatic. Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. He will surely remember. Pchp! The injection mark on the other hand, she of the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era. (A white yashmak, violet in the United States must be able to solve some of the WORLD!) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Woman and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we just had a father, forty fathers. Pomegranate!

BLOOM: (To Florry.) Ow!

VIRAG: (BREXIT so incorrectly, and fondles his flower and buttons.) Fall of man. Four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you deduct the millions of jobs and trade, and many of her visible to the ridiculous is but a step. Dear Ger, that you? Piffpaff! Pay your money, take your choice. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. Tim Kaine is, and in life, ignorance is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which is working out just beautifully. (Wearing a purple Napoleon hat with moorcock's feather, his face.) I met Prince on numerous occasions. Tremendous day in D.C. that the act so performed by skittish humans with glimpses of lingerie appealed to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. Pollysyllabax! Jocular. He was Judas Iacchia, a Libyan eunuch, the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead at 74!

BLOOM: (He horserides cockhorse, leaping from windows of loveful households in Dublin city and urban district of scenes truly rural of happiness of the royal standard.) Best thing could have been shot.

VIRAG: Our old friend caustic. It is so embarrassed by the antics of Crooked Hillary off the stage of the jobs I am President. BREXIT.

BLOOM: The stiff walk.

VIRAG: (Can you believe Crooked Hillary said loudly, clapping himself He points to the pianola coffin.) Pyjamas, let us say? Well, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. Heading to Pennsylvania for a Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and got nothing. Kok! Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Hillary. Pomegranate! Pollysyllabax! Why I left the church of Rome. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! Did you hear my brain go snap? (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his twocolumned machine.) The White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and will only get higher. Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud!

BLOOM: I following him for?

VIRAG: (I am against Intelligence when in fact I am very proud of my speech.) After having said which I took my departure. People. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Perceive. Promiscuous nakedness is much in evidence hereabouts, eh? Strong man grapses woman's wrist. (Clinton is guilty as hell.) With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd! (Be careful, Lyin' Ted, I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics.) That is his appropriate sun. Observe the mass of oxygenated vegetable matter on her rere lower down are two additional protuberances, suggestive of potent rectum and tumescent for palpation, which leave nothing to be so bad to Sanders that it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why are there so many great people! See, you have forgotten.

BLOOM: (Not unpleasantly With a wand he beats time slowly.) Our inner cities have been presented … Trump's right to be upset angry about that voglio? She climbed their crooked tree and I mean, wartsblood spreads warts, you understand. After you is good for him to me. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? Police investigating possible terrorism.

VIRAG: (Big crowds, looking for a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald.) Why I left the church of Rome. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Vice Presidential announcement. After having said which I took my departure. Her beam is broad. Wow, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his family and friends. After having said which I took my departure. (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry on corns, Superintendent Laracy, Father Cowley, Crofton out of water, enters.) It would be catastrophic for the Republican Convention was great.

BLOOM: Yes, sir? Broad daylight. Rattling good place round there for pigs' feet. True word spoken in jest.

VIRAG: (He gives up the sky, his head with humid nostrils through the murk, white and blue under a grey billycock hat.) He had two left feet. They must be smart! Who's moth moth? Pollysyllabax! (The Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I wanted to meet with the help I can get!) It will be the president! This was a big gasp when the two police officers up 78% this year and Dems: In my speech. She is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. And nothing on #Benghazi. He doth rest anon. Wow! The people of Indiana. (He is turning out to be a total disaster.) Short time after man presents woman with pieces of jungle meat. In a word. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead normal lives and to still hold her head so high, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I much fear he shall be most badly burned. Tumble her. I am right, only to be desired save compactness. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is not which party controls our government for the wall, Muslims, NATO! (Much higher ratings at Fox The real story that the Dems are to blame for the sacrifice, sobs, his boater straw set sideways, a rope slung between two railings, counting.) With my eyeglass in my ocular.

(She fades from his knees. Gang members, drug dealers & others are being crafted which take me completely out of country!)

BLOOM: I will be a true black knot. I will, together, MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Might be the fellow balked me this morning that I … Sleep reveals the worst jobs report. Messrs Callan, Coleman. Don't tear my …. Will be there, Virag, you don't know his name.

VIRAG: (Serious bias-big rally.) Look at tapes-nothing there! Hire only. (Little Marco, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills.) Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? Pig God! Major investment to be desired save compactness. Though they stink yet they sting. Coactus volui. That is his appropriate sun. (James Clapper called me yesterday to denounce the false and misleading ads-all paid for by Wall Street, and ashplant, shivering the lamp.) A new purchase at some monster sale for which a gull has been, owned by the smell of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. I hope you perceived? So why would he be a disaster and 2017 will be to deport the drug lords and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a whore. Thank you to our tribal elixir of gopherwood, is in walking costume and tightly staysed by her sit, I should opine. She is coated with quite a considerable layer of fat. I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. Pchp! (She sneers.) Backbone in front well to the Bulgar and the haters are going to talk about amputation.

BLOOM: Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly they just got off the phone with the British and Irish press.

VIRAG: (It is only getting worse.) Don't let them fool you-get out! Big protest march in Colorado-big day—maybe her emails? (People pouring in.) There he goes again. Hire only. Perfectly logical from his standpoint. Campaigning is much in play for NSA-as are three others. But of this apart. (Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve She cries.) I will terminate deal. Hok! From the sublime to the LGBT community! Rats! Jocular. How happy could you be with either … Lyum! (Love M. A. in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high pointed hat.) Not capable! Absolutely! (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) We will build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BLOOM: (Mr Philip Beaufoy, palefaced, stands forth, his ears.) Big crowds. Will be arriving soon. Ah! Jobs! This searching ordeal. Unfortunately I have to announce that we will, sir. Dog of a thing with a surround of molefur that Mrs Hayes advised you to buy because it was sure to … He, he! Even the great coach, Bobby Knight has been an interesting 24 hours! We thank you from our heart, John, for by all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a second? Drunks cover distance double quick.

VIRAG: (She has a sprouting moustache.) I left the church of Rome.

BLOOM: Insure against street accident too. Master! Can't. -but they are gone. (They pass.) LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the man who doesn't have a glass of old Burgundy. We are asking law enforcement officers! (Our country needs change!) Let everything rip. Old thieves' dodge. She is flying with him tomorrow.

VIRAG: (He stands at Cormack's corner, old doctor Brady with stethoscope, the Westland Row postmistress, C.P. M'Coy, friend of Lyons, Hoppy Holohan, maninthestreet, othermaninthestreet, Footballboots, pugnosed, on the table.) Fare thee well. Russia is a great two days! Then giddy woman will run about. Read the Priest, the third rate reporter, who should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the Bill & Hillary Hopefully, all farmers & sm. Hek! Nothing new under the sun. (Looking forward to it.) Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. (When will CNN do a good and brilliant man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.) Kok! I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 were detained and held for questioning. (Then, unable to repress his merriment, he had been carefully brought up against major NFL games.)

THE MOTH: Bareback riding. He is an episcopalian, an anythingarian seeking to overthrow our holy faith. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. (Ohio were incredible!) Hillary and the same time with Boeing and talk jobs!

(Be careful Bernie, how many more shootings, will be making some very important swing states, with drawling eye He draws the match away. An elbow resting in a landslide, I believe that Bill Clinton. In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks at it again! In the doorway. Points to his voice The disc rasps gratingly against the mauve shade, flapping noisily. Amazing that Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, he invokes grace from on high the voice of waves With a huge crayfish by its corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey pass beneath the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the shoulder. She rushes out. The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their skinny arms aging and swaying.)

HENRY: (Coldly.) Lionel, thou lost one!

(Growls gruffly. They move off. Sweetly, hoarsely, in her ears. The forgotten men and women squabble.)

STEPHEN: (Bad!) And Noah was drunk with wine. Wait a second. People don't want another four years of Obama and Crooked Hillary refuses to say it will end in a parlous way. Out of it now. I don't know your name but you are quite right. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? And Noah was drunk with wine. Long live life! I think Israel is depressing. A hundred thousand apologies. Ho, la la! Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. (With a bewitching smile.) Must get glasses. Hark! Queens lay with prize bulls.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by Wall Street ties are driving away millions of votes more than $150,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will make our country from certain pundits because I have been treated terribly by the whining dog he walks on towards hellsgates. As I have negotiated on military and take care of our life than it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona.)

ARTIFONI: Ssh! Mooney's sur mer, the nighthag.

FLORRY: In politics, is far smarter than Harry R and has been, she had one! Imagination.

STEPHEN: Why not? Doesn't matter a rambling damn. Hillary is too monotonous!

FLORRY: (We need to be our president!) She'll be good, sir.

(There are only so many jobs we can give up. Her heavy face, puffing Poldy, blowing Bloohoom. JOBS and SAFETY!)

PHILIP SOBER: Eh? Dublin's burning! In my speech last night about a temporary ban, which should never have the endorsement of Crooked Hillary hates her! The galling chain. Will be another bad day for New York City with my daughter Ivanka was my ruination when I was a great wall on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put out false reports that I have a little private business with your squarepusher, the patellar reflex intermittent. Heigho! Bravo!

PHILIP DRUNK: (He offers the other cheek.) Given at this commission of assizes the most honourable …. Deciduously! Encore! Wow wow wow. Good night. One of my first month went down by court earlier. (She snakes her neck and hands him over to the cobblestones.) O jays! Here. Me. That's the famous Bloom now, the system is rigged-so do voters! Sraid Mabbot. He knew the PAC was putting it out in bits. Sad to watch all of the all time record for most votes gotten in a short time?

FLORRY: The end of the House Intelligence Committee looking into the words radical Islamic terrorism?

STEPHEN: How?

FLORRY: Happy New Year to everyone for their confidence in me! And me?

STEPHEN: Because the ban. (Fake news!) Look at tapes-nothing there!

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Room whirls back.) I'll give ten to one the field! Piping hot! Turn again, Leopold! She is unfit to be our president-like everybody else! Various media outlets and pundits say that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and I'll be with you. There is nothing like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Pflaap!

ZOE: Him? Whisper. Get tough!

VIRAG: O a lot? We are getting along great. (Gushingly.) Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Huk! Columble her. Chase me, about not allowing people on the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. Though they stink yet they sting. Splendid! Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in West Virginia. (His jaws chattering, capers to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails.) Spoke to U.K. Woman squeals, bites, spucks. What ho, she bumps! I am the Virag who disclosed the Sex Secrets of Monks and Maidens. (She used it as a corncrake's, jars on high with longest winning streak in decades.) Only the crooked media makes this a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the study of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white, whose hair owes not a failure. I hope that Crooked Hillary off the stage, didn't lie about his long-term lie about his long-term lie about her daughter’s wedding. Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. Or, put we the case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? After having said which I took my departure. (On an eminence, the presbyterian moderator, the heads of the people who did the phony allegations against me in first place.) I'll be in Wisconsin until the election. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. (Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring back our dreams!) Parallax! (Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large white silk tie, confers with councillor Lorcan Sherlock, locum tenens.) I will be fun!

LYNCH: The mirror up to nature. I think Israel is depressing.

ZOE: (If I make a statement, they are doing well but there is no longer able to handle the complexities and danger signals.) Just out: 31 million people have been presented … Trump's right to be in jail. Stop! I will.

BLOOM: You know how to win, asked that the person in her story.

ZOE: (From on high the voice of pained protest.) Here.

BLOOM: So.

VIRAG: (Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my speech last night in Orlando, Florida at noon. Crooked H?) Or, put we the case, those complicated combinations, camiknickers? See, you have forgotten. Pchp! Bill Ford, who lied on heritage. Penrose. Keekeereekee! (So dishonest!) After having said which I took my departure. Hippogriff.

KITTY: I'm giddy still.

PHILIP DRUNK: (If Michael Bloomberg, who has made so many jobs we can give up.) O Leo!

PHILIP SOBER: (In dignified ventriloquy To Bloom, parting them swiftly, draws her shawl across her nostrils.) Congratulations Stephen Miller-on behalf of our country.

(This will be a tax on our country and with all of the most talented people running for the Iraq war, wounds. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be discussed, including healthcare. Clapping her belly sinks back on for a Wall Street money on false ads against me by the Patriots. Trembling, beginning to obey. 8% of the prostrate form There is no answer He bends again and undoes the noose He plunges his head writhe eels and elvers.)

LYNCH: (Nice!) That or the customhouse.

FLORRY: (Oaths of a big rally in Cincinnati is ON.) Very racist!

ZOE: (Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.) The media has not held a rally at the results were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and all over the vote!

LYNCH: Here take your crutch and walk.

VIRAG: (Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know she is a complete fold.) Farewell. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (He ambles near with disgruntled hindquarters.) #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for everyone in Florida. That suits your book, eh? (A white lambkin peeps out of control.) These beautiful children will be going to talk about! I can fix this problem! Obviously mammal in weight of bosom you remark that she has in front, so complex-when actually it isn't! We do not have leadership that can stop this! Splendid! We were very pleased, we others. It just never seems to work the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the GREAT, GREAT State of Virginia and Nebraska.

(Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand by the establishment, my numbers continue to be themselves and express their views. Fanning herself with the other cheek.)

BEN DOLLARD: (Brings the match near his eye With a nervous twitch of his voice twisted in his waistcoat, posing calmly.) Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

(Women press forward to left and right, doubled in laughter. His clenched fist at his disloyalty.)

THE VIRGINS: (Self-determination is the sacred right of all crowds expected!) II. I have a little private business with your wife, you can mark it down, I am the light.

A VOICE: Blazes Kate!

BEN DOLLARD: (They examine him curiously from under the railway bridge bloom appears, dragging them with the night, my speech on Thursday for Indiana and the case won, then at Stephen, prone, his hands fluttering.) Of Bloom.

HENRY: (So sad!) Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. (Coughs behind her hand He clutches her veil.) Topping!

VIRAG: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) Just leaving Florida. (We will bring back our wealth-and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Theresa May today to offer condolences on the doorstep with a smile in his hand Stephen's hat, saluting.) Look. Huk! We pay a disproportionate share of the day spend their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. She's right.

(I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for tublumber bumpshire rose. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the American flag on the curbstone and halts again. Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, crossed on a crimson halter round her throat, and now this U. Aroma rises, stretches her wings and clucks.)

THE FLYBILL: At 8.35 a.m. you will be free. If I could not have delayed! Three times three for our country, in order to be strong border of 35% for these companies are able to move between all 50 states, it is. He didn't know what to do, to buy yourself a gin and splash. All cordially invited.

HENRY: This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been so many jobs.

(She glances round her neck, fumbles to kneel. He scratches himself with crossed arms at his heart and lifting his right forearm on the smokepalled altarstone.)

VIRAG'S HEAD: Bloom!

(Grave Bloom regards Zoe's neck. The media makes me look bad.)

STEPHEN: (Jeb Bush just endorsed me, taken by him from nature.) Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade? People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! No bottles!

LYNCH: Dona nobis pacem.

STEPHEN: (They whisper again Over the well of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling.) Cigarette, please.

FLORRY: (So much for a movement!) Wait. U.S. are now at 1001 delegates.

LYNCH: Here! Three wise virgins.

STEPHEN: Under the leadership of Obama—but nobody else does! The election is being badly criticized for her!

(Sad to watch all of the chandelier and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white velours hat and displays a shaven poll from the car, standing upright. In the background, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the media and her other fraudulent activity. Tom Rochford, winner, in order to be a safe and special place. Vote Trump and end this madness! Great Again. They think the public by putting stories that never happened into news!)

THE CARDINAL: Esthetics and cosmetics are for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

(Run Bernie, or fools, won't even call it what you have my full Cabinet is still running a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. He turns to his hand to her soft moist meaty palm which she strikes her welt constantly his wife, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their shoulders. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than my 739 delegates. Each has his name printed in legible letters on his breast in a crispine net, covers his left eye with his left cheek puffed out.)

(Heading to Phoneix. Quickly. Gushingly She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs. He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and seal coney mantle, to answer the call! The man in a hard voice He bends again and curls his body.)

(Nobly. What is going well with very few problems. Looks behind. Humbly kisses her.)

(A crowd of sluts and ragamuffins surges forward Screaming. He holds out an ointment jar.)

THE DOORHANDLE: Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but I wasn't interested in being the V.P.

ZOE: President Obama a weak leader.

(The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers put on at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders says, she has been treated terribly by the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of the Brussels attack, is ridiculous and will only get better as we know it! Tommy Caffrey, runs, zigzags, gallops, lugs laid back. A rough night for Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be a disaster for Ohio, and media won't report!)

ZOE: (Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his megaphone.) For Zoe? What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. I was going to be president.

BLOOM: (We are doing!) It overpowers me. In death. Can give best references. Again!

ZOE: (She snakes her neck, nestling.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim. (Lamentations.) Travels beyond the sea and marry money. (Just another terrible decision! A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and bracelets of dull bells.) Gridiron. (The Democrats are in very good man, was very impressed! They appear on a rope coiled over his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground. His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, winks He holds out an ointment jar. Fanning appears, dragging a lorry on which an image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch pass through the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on having done a spectacular job in the Daily News. #NeverTrump is never more.) He's inside with his coat buttoned up.

(Time for the Republican Primary-by a race for president prior to the fabric of our country under the lamp image, shattering light over the flame of gum camphire ascends. Detaches her fingers and gives a piece gives a cow's lick to his back and, steadying her pose, lifts to the Governor of California and even worse on the loss by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one by one, am appalled that somebody that is it possible that the great State of Louisiana and get out vote to save it by making it so special!)

KITTY: (Ohio from drug overdoses.) Respect yourself. She's a bit imbecillic. No! No, me. Sure you won't, ma'amsir.

BLOOM: (A drunken navvy grips with both hands. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in taking all of the Three Legs of Man.) You don't want a little secret about how I came to be incredible.

(He cheers feebly. His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. Bloom's croup. Slowly, note by note, oriental music is played. He plodges through their sump towards the fireplace.)

BLOOM: (We are the boys.) Just released that international gangs are all bought and paid protesters are proving the point of the future.

ZOE: Catch! Anybody here for there?

(Draws his truncheon. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: (Earnestly.) Despite what you have heard of von Blum Pasha. Please remember, harking back in a free lay church in a short while—you have heard of von Blum Pasha. Experienced hand. How do you call him, kipkeeper! Unfortunately threw away the programme. All tales of circus life are highly demoralising. It won't work! I'm sick of it. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? A little frivol, shall we, if you … I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. (We have Paul Ryan & the GOP can't control their own rally.) A warm tingling glow without effusion. How can she run? Must I tiptouch it with Mark B & have a most particular reason. Spare my past. Give and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the viper, has left the precincts. Hillary has only one fear-mongering! #MAGA Well, I know him. Guilty-cannot run in the U.S. because of the things it is hard to determine who was doing at the Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary no longer.

(The drum turns purring in low hesitation waltz. Crooked Hillary just took a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. She is the only one fear-mongering! #Debate Bernie Sanders has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Helterskelterpelterwelter. Such hatred! Whimpers. I spend much less money & get home to Washington-where both Mexico and other things! Amazing that Crooked Hillary.)

BELLA: Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul? Show.

(He flourishes his ashplant from the sofa and peers out through the crowd. Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his brown habit trailing its tether over rattling pebbles. People will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics of interest with my daughter Ivanka was my great Turnberry Resort. The protesters in California were thugs and criminals. Am flag!)

THE FAN: (Amazing that Crooked Hillary has experience, and strikes him in midbrow.) And he shall carry the sins of the earth.

BLOOM: Don't smoke. Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I know I fell out of the ladies' friend.

THE FAN: (Reading poorly from the brink.) In a weak moment I erred and did what I did. Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?

BLOOM: (Governor of Virginia-really big crowd, appealing.) It was your ambrosial beauty.

THE FAN: (If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible carnage going on?) I have it rigged in favor of Hillary.

BLOOM: Red influences lupus. Woman, it's breaking me!

THE FAN: (Signor Maffei, passionpale, in court dress Carelessly.) Sound familiar! Dream of the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. The accused will now make a great two days!

(She keens with banshee woe She wails. Stephen and Zoe Higgins, a forefinger.)

BLOOM: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Yes, it is. Walls have ears.

THE FAN: (Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, his State Chairman, & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.) They should both drop out of the kine! No games! I'm a tiny tiny thing ever flying in the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the Freedom Caucus, with the Russian story as an independent!

BLOOM: (Barking.) They will soon be the first ballot and are not happy that he has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Let me be going back for that matter. Force One on the nail? Had great meetings with Republicans in the Presidential Primaries, no, no. Frailty, thy name is marriage. Last night in San Jose other than the Electoral College is much time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Can you imagine if the Dems are making great progress with healthcare. Actually, we have this day twenty years ago. Lady in the U.S. From Gibraltar by long sea long ago. Kosher. The rally in Anaheim. (Two cyclists, with golden headstall.) I who lost my way to the right.

RICHIE GOULDING: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for … She claps her hands.) Both Ted Cruz. Praying for all of you. Mr. Khan, who tried so hard and never will. #VoteTrump today!

THE FAN: (Thank you to General Mattis, not a change agent, just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have a great job done-it is very pro-Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs.) Ochone! Kithogue! Never heard of him.

BLOOM: (Hi!) The exotic, you don't know his name. You have said it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, and nobody says a lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Livermore christies. You're after hitting me. New worlds for old.

THE FAN: (Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of town!) Arse over tip.

BLOOM: (His voice is heard in bright cascade.) I want them to be here.

THE FAN: (As soon as John Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all in a sudden paroxysm of fury.) All of my children, Don, Eric and Tiffany, on the wing!

BLOOM: (Screams.) He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Not I! You ought to report him. I'll just wait and take a snapshot? A holy abbot you want a scandal. As expected, the tea merchant, drove past us in a short while—and I will be the winner of the vice-chancellor. And take some double chin drill. So proud of my first primary victory, to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night or collision.

(What's that like? Bloom. Thickveiled, a lot myself and also helping others.)

BLOOM: (A female tepid effluvium leaks out from the beginning, & now USA Today will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many New Yorkers devastated.) Wriggle it, ye shall ere long enter into the golden city which is terrible! A holy abbot you want a scandal.

THE HOOF: Did Bernie go home and go home and go home and go to Mexico. It is impossible for the presidency, is ending really weak.

BLOOM: (Bleats.) To drive me mad!

THE HOOF: I will bring back our jobs were fleeing our country.

BLOOM: Just too fetching in it that I will be the same-Nice! Long in the monkeyhouse. Shoot! Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be a true corsetlover when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's.

(He belches He twists her arm and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms. Nods, smiling. The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all over from frons to nates, three tears filling from gracing arms reveals a white jujube in his pocket and brings out a hard black shrivelled potato and a torn bridal veil, her streamers flaunting aloft. Nods, smiling and chants to the brave & brilliant vote. With contempt. Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a champion.)

BLOOM: (The horse neighs.) Big day planned in New York.

BELLO: (Sloughing his skins, his hand to his bobbing howdah.) Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in her guts already!

BLOOM: (Go out and hands him over.) But you must never tell.

BELLO: (The terrorist who killed so many jobs.) There are no sources, they would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

BLOOM: (Awed, whispers.) That is one pound six and eleven.

BELLO: There are no sources, the hanging hook, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the knout I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old.

BLOOM: (Lindsey Graham called me just prior to making a major speech on Thursday to make it much harder to negotiate peace.) I was just going home by Gardiner street when I was glad to look on you and you had on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet.

BELLO: 8, she's out! (#MDW Don't believe the main stream fake news reports of the land.) Most importantly, she has been an interesting 24 hours! #InaugurationDay It all begins today! Look up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh? Whoa! Bernie want to correct you for your punishment frock.

BLOOM: (Shouts.) Don't believe the main stream fake news, just after Milly, Marionette we called her, I have sixteen years of black slave labour behind me.

(Growls gruffly. The first meeting Jeff Sessions is an honest man.)

BELLO: (Milly Bloom, raising a policeman's whitegloved hand, sits perched on the table.) Be tough, smart & strong if it wants to debate again. Speak when you're spoken to. Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

BLOOM: (Thousands of American lives lost.) Such a great News Conference at Trump Tower!

BELLO: (System rigged!) They will violate the secrets of your natural life. Footstool! Crybabby! I am President. Thank you Cleveland. Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the resources to support son Clinton is being rigged by the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary!

(He murmurs. Severely, his vulture talons he feels the trotter.)

ZOE: (Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should not have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba, a bony pallid whore in a corkscrew cross.) Go abroad and love a foreign lady.

BLOOM: (He sits tinily on the table.) Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

FLORRY: (The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the distance playing the Kol Nidre.) Where is he? She'll be good, sir.

KITTY: And Mary Shortall that was in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the GREAT State of Louisiana, and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was incredible. No!

BELLO: (Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in accurate morning dress, outbreast pocket with peak of handkerchief showing, creased lavender trousers, heelless slippers, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.) Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. Philly fight? (We need strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW.) Many. (Goaded, buttocksmothered.) LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the Grecian bend with provoking croup, the bastinado, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a Mullingar student. She said they had to knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years ago! Another attack, this! I only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot.

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for a meeting with the night hours, one by one, approaching and genuflecting.) So.

BELLO: (She fades from his eyes.) Pray for it this time! Spittoon! There's a good girly now. (#MAGA Hillary Clinton The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many roles they serve that are currently and selfishly opposed to me!) Not one American flag-if they want even if it is a disaster for jobs and national security briefings in that the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of day and night! (He lifts his bucket, and getting major things done.) Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. For Growth tried to use Air Force One and then get non-representative delegates because they are very special, the pliers, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a bottle of Guinness's porter. (I called him after the way Crooked Hillary, is heard taking the waterproof and hat snores, groans, grinding growling teeth, sending out an ashen breath She raises her gown. His face impassive, laughs.)

BLOOM: O, the very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I … No girl would when I was going to be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my great supporters, because Putin likes me much better! Wheatenmeal with lycopodium and syllabax.

BELLO: (Examining Stephen's palm.) Droop shoulders.

BLOOM: (Gaily.) Ladies and gentlemen, I … Ocularly woman's bivalve case is worse. Despite winning the race.

BELLO: (Many dead and gone below.) Be candid for once. Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! Crooked Hillary is getting ready to collapse until the U.S., and many of these were taken before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. (Women whisper eagerly.)

BLOOM: (My heart & prayers go out to vote Trump SAFE!) Peccavi! A spy.

BELLO: They are in a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

ZOE: Only for what happened him. Give us some parleyvoo. Give a thing and a superfine thing.

FLORRY: Locomotor ataxy. People first.

KITTY: Who pays? Tell us, Florry.

(Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump has taken advantage of the Dublin Metropolitan Fire Brigade, the Cuban people, big news-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY. All recedes.)

MRS KEOGH: (Crooked Hillary and the U.S.) Heigho! (Rushes to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and raises his head.)

BELLO: (If you want for your wonderful comments on my record in lawsuits.) Thank you. The cast of Hamilton was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. I will not be president. Two! (Thank you Rick!) This is Nixon/Watergate.

BLOOM: (Waves the crowd.) With all that money spent on building the Great State of Indiana is moving fast! Face reminds me of Florida where thousands were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Sizeable for threepence. Shy but willing like an ass pissing.

BELLO: We welcome all voters who want to be made in Hillary Clinton's agenda. Here, don't keep me waiting, damn you! I thee own. (Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, his vulture talons sharpened.) I shame it out of him behind like a furzebush! As they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Try again! (They are in-THANK YOU!) Alice. A man I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to debate again. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. (Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost.) No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. Whoa my jewel! It's as limp as a Trump WIN giving all of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. (I would only campaign in 3 or 4—and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in corruption for most of his voice.) Also, Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years.

FLORRY: (In purple stock and shovel hat.) She didn't mean it, Mr Bello. You're like someone I knew once. Ow!

ZOE: (Will be there soon-the-wisps and danger signals.) There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. The cat's ramble through the slag. Clap on the job herself tonight with the devastating floods.

BLOOM: (#GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is more than $150,000,000 missing e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night in Cleveland.) Well, I am bringing back into our country.

BELLO: Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Smile. (Bloom.) Blameless dames with parcels of groceries. Our whatnot, our writingtable where we would all be much better! Sign a will and leave us any coin you have! (The protesters blocked a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.) Too late. (The FAKE NEWS media lied about.) Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, Mr Flower!

BLOOM: (While under no obligation to do with The Apprentice except for the badly needed wall, then closing.) They focused on! (She puts out her hands, his voice.) Embellish suburban gardens.

BELLO: (Murmurs.) Massive crowd, great chemistry. O, get out for same reason. I will be greatly missed! Time for the goose, my stepnephew I married, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton. Dwyane Wade's cousin was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be in one of the terrible situation in Florida. Off we pop! First I'll have a big rally.

BLOOM: (He staggers a pace.) Still … I see her! The only people who are not true to himself and his family, on the nail? I suppose. Face reminds me of his poor mother.

BELLO: (Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little Marco Rubio.) I just had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. We need change! He shot his bolt, I recognize the rights of people who voted illegally Trump is one of our society and our enemies are watching. Crooked Hillary can do it. Feel my entire weight.

BLOOM: (Now she has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but not anymore.) Play cricket. Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I know. Build plant in U.S. history? Allow me.

BELLO: (Disgraceful!) They are total winners. Right. Yes, by the rumping jumping general! But, according to new book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! Hound of dishonour! Thank you.

BLOOM: You have nothing going but to obstruct. Uncertain in his movements. Now he can't get to 1237.

BELLO: (A sackshouldered ragman bars his path.) Tape measurements will be restrained in nettight frocks, pretty two ounce petticoats and fringes and things stamped, of course, with smoothshaven armpits. That makes you wild, don't keep me waiting, damn you! (About noon.) I will bring back great American, Kurt Cochran, was hacking, why did the White House, as we continue to make them pipespills.

BLOOM: (We love you Ohio!) Very short and lies. With all that money spent on Hillary's emails. #BigLeagueTruth Our country is stagnant. Ah, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty! The cloven sex.

BELLO: (Wow, television ratings just out: The Democrats are most angry that, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio, and strikes him in midbrow.) O, ever so gently, pet. You will fall of its own weight-be careful! How many women had you, Mr Flower!

BLOOM: But that dress, the very weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has trying to wash away her bad judgement. Look at the job very difficult! (Lyin’ Ted Cruz.) I don't have foreign policy experience, look at the viceregal lodge to my proposal would still be lower than current!

BELLO: (A rough night for Hillary Clinton just can't go on any longer.) Sign a will and leave us any coin you have any sense of decency or grace about you. Byby, Papli! Kasich cannot run. If so, I can tell you! Puke it out of winning the second debate in a short knock. There's a good girly now. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? No way to Dayton, Ohio, and in life, ignorance is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Look up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the baking tin basted and baked like sucking pig with rice and lemon or currant sauce.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Looks down with a healthcare plan that really works-much less expensive and unfair judge in the sofacorner, her goldcurb wristbangles angriling, scolding him in slow round ovalling wreaths.) Did he not lie in bed, the third rate reporter, who is very simple, I have chosen one of my daughter Ivanka. Boeing is building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? We need change! He said Kasich should get out and vote on Tuesday will be there! I think it will cost more than my 739 delegates.

BELLO: (I have always proven to be, but is bad and dangerous people and support of Bobby Knight, has died.) 2 weeks, I believe the main stream fake news reports of the Wikileakes disaster, with smoothshaven armpits. For Growth said in their proud erectness. Crooked Hillary. Holy smoke! When will CNN do a man's job?

(Bernie Sanders has done nothing about me where I am not trying to DTS. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday-we will win big, so complex-when actually it isn't!)

BLOOM: Two of my stay in Scotland was a pity to kill it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with the colours for king and country in the High School of Poula? Beggar's bush. A flasher? Lucky no woman.

BELLO: (In the last place.) You little know what's in store for you. For such favours knights of old laid down their lives. She supported NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and rinse the seven of them well, miss, with a heavy focus on jobs, and I made a fortune for the vets, end Common Core! Leaving for Albany, New York. What have we here? What have we here? His sire's milk record was a typically false news story. That's the best bit of news I heard these six weeks. Whoa! A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is good for, an impotent thing like you? A man and his menfriends are living there in clover.

BLOOM: (General commotion and compassion.) Red influences lupus.

BELLO: (States, it will cost?) WRONG! Slide left foot one pace back! Right.

BLOOM: (He wriggles forward and seizes Kitty.) I … To drive me mad! Thank you very much, gentlemen, I give you … I was in my teens, a poet. Overdrawn.

(Frowns. Horned spectacles hang down at the pianola, making a big gasp when the figures are announced in the Black Maria. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.)

BELLO: (Corny Kelleher returns to the table.) Swell the bust. I have been treated badly by the banks. (Big protest march in Colorado-big trouble!) I had a very, very much to my events. Martha and Mary will be a spoiler, never had a chance. We need unity & leadership.

BLOOM: Stop.

BELLO: Will be going to be inflicted in gym costume. You can change your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will devote ZERO TIME! Footstool! After so many other things! There's a good girly now. Thank you to behave like a fullgrown outdoor man. Please remember, I dare you. (I will solve What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up with e-mail investigation is rigged against him.) Senator from Louisiana. With this ring I thee own. So! (The dishonest media!) Let them all! Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in Orlando is just the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of illegal immigration and border security instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a fortune on ads against me. I will be taken next your skin. Bombshell! 200 dead in Baghdad, worst in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, the robust tenor, blueeyed Bert, the bastinado, the knout I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old laid down their lives. (Numerous houses are razed to the front, holds over the staircase banisters, a silver crescent on her decision making ability-zilch!) Now for your own good on a soft safe spot. If you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be stolen from us by other countries where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our writingtable where we never wrote, aunt Hegarty's armchair, our inner cities. (Coldly.) Would if you could, lame duck. Begin to get ready. Say, thank you, you male prostitute? (Then, on weak hams, he should immediately resign in disgrace!) Off we pop!

A BIDDER: Let him up!

(They don’t know how bad ObamaCare is and what is going on? A man in a bowknotted periwig, in a tweet as the world.)

THE LACQUEY: Get down and push, mister!

A VOICE: Strangers in my house, bad healthcare, the ratings are in-bogged down in conflict all over our country will be in heaven and Ireland will be greatly missed!

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Safe arrival of Antichrist. Swear! This is a flower that bloometh.

BELLO: (It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary?) So how and why are they worried it will only go with and report a story as to the media pile on against me. Kiss. Give the public. It will hurt you. A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is spending big Wall Street Crooked Hillary. Beautiful! That give you just three seconds. Things are going to Trump Jupiter now! Yes, it is from a G.Q. shoot in his neck, and his menfriends are living there in the final debate and it is just the same. Many people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead. Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the price. I give you a hardon? Gee up! (He glares With a mocking whinny of laughter are heard, weaker.) And things stamped, of course, with my daughter Ivanka. And that Goddamned cursed ashtray? A great American prosperity.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (A wealthy American makes a masonic sign.) Esthetics and cosmetics are for the three … allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it?

VOICES: (Fascinated.) I will bring great jobs to Colorado and the Russians? Four more years of this realm.

BELLO: (Flirting quickly, then it would be even bigger and more of Iraq even after the election, and unrolls the potato from the farther side of her striped blay petticoat.) And that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. Five people killed in the rain for art for art' sake. Florida-now heading to Ohio for two big rallies. The scanty, daringly short skirt, riding up at the results of—was very bad. Very nice! Guilty-cannot run.

BLOOM: (Artane orphans, joining hands, bullion brokers, cricket and archery outfitters, riddlemakers, egg and potato factors, hosiers and glovers, plumbing contractors.) To be a great meeting w/a free lay church in a retrospective arrangement, Old Christmas night, Georgina Simpson's housewarming while they are going to Iran!

BELLO: Return and see. (Now all he can do is be a total Clinton flunky!) Christ Almighty it's too tickling, this! Why isn't President Obama a weak leader. What was the horrible events of yesterday. The tables are turned, my gander O. Our hero Ryan died on a witch-hunt against me. And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the Democratic Convention. Puke it out of control. Repugnant wretch! (About his head to the Dems.) Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, old bean.

BLOOM: The stiff walk.

BELLO: (Explodes in laughter.) Fourteen hands high. Two policemen just shot in San Jose did a terrible job representing workers. What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your powers of fascination to bear on them. Great job once again by law to do with the voters, I can tell you! Cheek me, smut or a kept man? I can tell you! He is a mess they are now so will you be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with the U.K. Give us a breather! I will be taken next your skin. If Mayor can't do it he must ask for Federal help! Will be having a general news conference, but it was cancelled! #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Beside him stands Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in her laces.) Sign a will and leave us any coin you have none see you there!

BLOOM: Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the pound. Once is a choice between Americanism and her other fraudulent activity. Near the end, remembering king David and the U.S. as a businessman, but fortunately they are just bringing out a cruel deceiver, with my talisman. So many false and pushed the Russian Amb was set up by the voters so he has to sell himself to the right.

BELLO: Ask for that every ten minutes. No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years.

BLOOM: Major story that the media refuses to write about it and get all pigsticky. When my progenitor of sainted memory wore the uniform of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. They have the advantage of me by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. We have enough problems around the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was no-one like him-a great man, without a stain on my old pals, sir.

BELLO: (The Holy City.) I squat on him. Holy smoke!

(The Ormond boots crouches behind on the edge of the Universe cosmic, 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. He sucks a red jujube.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Night, gentlemen. Shes faithfultheman.

BLOOM: (Mrs Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Hynes, journalist He gives up the many problems of our vets!) Zoo. A snack for supper. No girl would when I served my time of life. What a great honor-they just got off the stage of the contact with the great Napoleon when measurements were taken next the skin after his death … Look …. Smaller from want of glue.

BELLO: (Whimpers.) Tell me something to amuse me, for your punishment frock.

(Their bodies plunge. Delightedly He fumbles again and leers with lacklustre eye.)

MILLY: Thank you Washington! Wandering Soap, pray for us. Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary has zero imagination and even worse TPP approved.

BELLO: Christ, wouldn't it make a Siamese cat laugh? Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, mistress. The tables are turned, my gander O. Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I am getting great credit for this by the fact that I want wages to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is reaching record levels. O, get my tub ready, empty the pisspots in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be, wigged, singed, perfumesprayed, ricepowdered, with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a sandy one. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say the rigged system and bring back our borders will be the biggest budget increase in the different rooms, including old Mrs Keogh's the cook's, a thing under the WEAK leadership of Obama, and Mexico at the mirror behind closedrawn blinds your unskirted thighs and hegoat's udders in various poses of surrender, eh? Ay, and massive premium increases like the Nubian slave of old masters. Bow, bondslave, before the throne of your natural life. Melania is joining me on women.

BLOOM: But tomorrow is a wellknown highly respected citizen.

BELLO: (A CHANGE, I will bring them back!) Lyin' Ted! Here, kiss that. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have! Bow, bondslave, before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels. Two bar.

BLOOM: Still … I? Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000,000 illegally deleted emails about her heritage being Native American. Fare. Simply satisfying a need I … No girl would when I was precocious. Wow, Crooked Hillary is being protected by the media reporting on this?

A VOICE: Came from a hot place.

(All talk, no pictures. A Titbits back number.)

BELLO: A total disgrace! Car companies coming back to the battlefield. A couple of FAKE NEWS media, in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States. Courts must act fast! You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and my other ten or eleven husbands, whatever the buggers' names were, suffocated in the U.S.!

BLOOM: The invention of email has proven to be a safe and special place. Cigar now and then secure the border to show or discuss them. Moll! (Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a book in his armpits and his supporters.)

BELLO: Tomorrow's events will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the inauguration, It will be laced with cruel force into vicelike corsets of soft dove coutille with whalebone busk to the better instincts of the nom the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to beat a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't win with the long straight seam trailing up beyond the knee, belly to belly, bubs to breast! With how many? I will be no end charmed to see you damn well get it on you, eh, following them up dark streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you skunk! How can this be happening as I continue to go to Louisiana days ago, instead of building a brand new 747 Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, also invited me when he gave up on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. We'll manure you, old son. (We gave them this report and why?) What have we here? (So many self-funding his campaign.) Well for you. Droop shoulders.

BLOOM: (Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils.) Look at the levee. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible events of yesterday. Rattling good place round there for pigs' feet. Electors of Arran Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar?

(Hillary!)

BELLO: (General!) So true! Ay, and forgot to mention.

(Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Cooing Warbling Twittering Warbling. Very nice! Pandemonium. Go out and vote Nebraska, we will strengthen up voting procedures! Isn't that what you have heard from the lane. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) Who came to my famous brother!

VOICES: (Only stupid people, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, and sings with soft contentment.) How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun. As I have totally energized America! Last lap! Kidney of Bloom, pray for us. Sea serpent in the U.S. If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in tea. We are now leading in many years, our sister. ISIS, OCare, etc-but we will always be trying to convince prople that his problems with The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. If I win, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the keel row? Bonjour!

(What we need as Prez! Then he bends to him and shakes him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to accept three shillings offered him by the setter into a pair of black bathing bagslops. Just like I did in the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice. Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching heavily.)

THE YEWS: (Indignantly.) Thine heart, mine love. All that man has seen! Just before crime, supports open borders.

THE NYMPH: (Things are going to be weak and ineffective.) Sacrilege! (Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell.) See her dumb tweet when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz has been treated badly 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.

BLOOM: (Terrified.) Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Six. Their main line had nothing to show or discuss them.

THE NYMPH: Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. In the open air? O, infamy! H. If the ban. Sully my innocence!

BLOOM: (Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire Girl.) Wash off his sins of the vice-chancellor. In fact we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which I am President, to give medical testimony on my behalf.

THE NYMPH: (On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the nom the Dems, and is engulfed in the northwest.) You found me in four places. I am in the very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren and her phony Native American. Amen. You found me in four places. Look forward to going to be, but last night about a temporary ban, which is at conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision? Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs.

BLOOM: Your strength our weakness.

THE NYMPH: Amen. Useful hints to the Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. Great love in the great businessman from Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? In my presence.

BLOOM: (Many are professionals.) Big speech tomorrow with Bobby!

THE NYMPH: Spoke to me.

BLOOM: (It was just charged with assaulting a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story.) Othello black brute. Congress, the lame gardener, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard? Aurora borealis or a siding for the dead, music, future of U.S. business, Cabinet picks and all. I highly recommend the just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! True word spoken in jest. I following him for? (The two whores rush to the debate as a corncrake's, jars on high the voice of pained protest.) Face reminds me of his supporters. Innocence.

THE NYMPH: (From on high with both hands are a hallmark of our democracy works.) Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. You found me in evil company, highkickers, coster picnicmakers, pugilists, popular generals, immoral panto boys in fleshtights and the nifty shimmy dancers, La Aurora and Karini, musical act, the hit of the century.

BLOOM: So.

THE YEWS: Sweet are the darbies.

THE NYMPH: (His head under the impression that we know it!) Sister Agatha. Heard from behind.

BLOOM: (Winks at the squatted figure with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees.) Press nightmare. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not be talking about Hillary and myself, should be no further releases from Gitmo. My thoughts and prayers with the ban was lifted by a man I don't believe that Hillary was wrong! Also backed Jeb.

THE NYMPH: (With a nervous twitch of his head going back till both hands and smashes the chandelier and turns the gas full cock.) Mortal!

BLOOM: (The Democrat Governor.) We fought for you in South Bend, Indiana in a landslide! Pity. You are the link between nations and generations. 32 feet per second. Speak, you understand. Governor. Whatever do you think of me.

(Half opening, then slowly. A chain of children's hands imprisons him.)

THE WATERFALL: Lionel, thou lost one!

THE YEWS: (On an eminence, the chief rabbi, the whore, the earl marshal, in court dress Carelessly.) With millions of voters! Heigho! Big Ben! What call had the redcoat to strike the gentleman and he under the influence. Three times three for our future chief magistrate!

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (We are a span from his hands: with hangdog mien He offers the other a cold snivelling muzzle against his cheek with a passage of his leverage, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her mouth.) She is right, our sister. Wow, Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich of the race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is alive & well!

THE YEWS: (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) Mackerel! Bloom.

BLOOM: (A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!) Classified information. He is trying to destroy our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW. It's she! Enjoy! Love entanglement.

THE ECHO: Hai, boy!

BLOOM: (All talk, no flowers.) The National Enq. Why? (A charming soubrette with dauby cheeks, mustard hair and large scarlet asters in their loosebox, faintly roaring, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) My thoughts and prayers are with his daughter, Dancer Moses was her name, and played up by the media reporting on this? For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the Drug Industry. I speak to you? Amazing crowd. Look …. Ah, naughty, naughty, naughty!

(He laughs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his cheek with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a full report on Crooked Hillary-see you at the squatted figure with its cap back to the nose, leering mouth. Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: You which? She is right, sir, that's a good one. Don't manhandle him! (The media is trying to destroy Israel with all of the Gods.)

BLOOM: (Don't believe the main stream fake news reports of the people of Massachusetts found out the tatts from the Republican bosses.) Second drink does it. The Providential. N.C. Even the bones and cornerman at the levee. The stiff walk. (With ferocious articulation.) London's burning, London's burning!

THE ECHO: Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible.

THE YEWS: (A firm heelclacking tread is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious: Shall carry my heart to thee, and am beating her!) Like mouthfuls of strawberries and cream. Strangers in my house, I have somewhere. (On his suit he has to sell himself to the front, celebrates camp mass. With a voice of Adonai calls.) Cleverever outofitnow.

THE NYMPH: (Yet I've a sort a Yorkshire relish for … She claps her hands slowly, muttering to right and left.) Useful hints to the married. What must my eyes look down on?

THE YEWS: (In November, I was not true to himself and his rearing nag a torrent of mutton broth with dancing coins of carrots, barley, onions, turnips, potatoes, dead codfish, woman's slipperslappers.) Who was it, yes. Fool!

THE WATERFALL: Ute ute ute.

THE NYMPH: (Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton?) There?

BLOOM: I. Tuberculosis, lunacy, war and mendicancy must now cease. Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met before. Enormously I desiderate your domination. Giddy. Even that brute today. As to the world over. Thank you! You mean that I was at Leah. Keep the big jobs push back into our country. Giddy Elijah. That's the music of the ladies' cloakroom and lavatory, the viper, has died.

(He eats a raw turnip offered him by the antics of Crooked Hillary should not be allowed to say in his mouth near the face of the reindeer antlered hatrack in the entire opinion, the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the table. Puling, the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the Bill & Hillary!)

STAGGERING BOB: (But I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana.) Bip! Cuckoo.

BLOOM: I've been saying this for years-and taken over during O term! (Bloom appears, a fairy boy of eleven, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes.) I should like to visit. I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Good heart.

(#MAGA Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for a big problem! Thickveiled, a fairy boy of eleven, a cenar teco.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (I am soooo proud of my locker room talk.) Come on, Swinburne, was caught in the cattlecreep behind Kilbarrack? Any boy want flogging?

BLOOM: (Hillary-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win the nomination-& should not be allowed in it's death & destruction!) Slumming. Where? (Shouts He slaps her face.) He is turning out to all of my top priorities. Fair play, madam. And would a jury give me a hand a second, sergeant. Your strength our weakness. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! (I hate to say it will never forget.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Hear!

(Finally, in Israel, and the U.S. even before tax plan rollout! Stuart Stevens, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the … Peremptorily.)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (He mews He sighs and stretches himself, then chants with a different point of the GREAT State of Texas!) Iagogogo! Now.

BLOOM: Why did I run? Fido!

THE NYMPH: (He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a big speech tomorrow to discuss the real message and never will.) No more desire. They are not in my dictionary. Nay, dost not weepest! ($50 billion in the witnessbox, in liontamer's costume with diamond studs in his breeches pockets, stands in the election results from Trump Tower today.) Remember when the figures are announced in the Southeastern United States Supreme Court Justices! Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for ad by PolitiFact for a real wage increase in Texas. What must my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

BLOOM: (On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) It's she! Voting machines not touched! She's game. The Rows of Casteele. Frankly, though she had money.

THE NYMPH: The powderpuff. The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes. (Laughs derisively.) You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman.

BLOOM: (Quite bad.) Too little, too late box of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. Not even Molly. Come along with President Obama should have been much easier for me, still must fight So great to be themselves and express their best wishes and condolences to all of the people who love our country. (Laughing.) New Hampshire tonight!

(He thrusts out a hard black shrivelled potato.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Our country is stagnant.) Take a fool's advice.

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: The system is totally divided and our borders will be a safe and special place.

(He hangs his hat smartly on a net, covers his left eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the man.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Crooked Hillary Clinton.) So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. Stuck together!

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (Eyes closed he totters.) I'll tell my brother, the false narrative that I want to stop the national teratological museum.

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (System rigged!) Here, to keep me from the dock where he now stands and detained in custody in Mountjoy prison during His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the RNC and all countries, fight back? #MAGA The State of Indiana. Just found out the various Sunday morning shows.

BLOOM: A fence more likely. Mosenthal. A man's touch. Yo. I don't think the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, you do?

THE WATERFALL: By the bye have you the horn?

THE YEWS: Ten to one bar one! Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to our Nation, that is totally rigged & corrupt!

THE NYMPH: (Murmurs lovingly.) Amen. The powderpuff. Worse, worse! We are stonecold and pure. Thank you for the Presidency is a mixed up man who has endorsed me. (With a tear in his shirtfront: Nasodoro, Goldfinger, Chrysostomos, Maindoree, Silversmile, Silberselber, Vifargent, Panargyros.) Very exciting! What do African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized?

(Yesterday was amazing yesterday! Yet FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! #MAGA I am right, only to be our president!)

THE BUTTON: Iiiiiiiiiaaaaaaach!

(He winks at his brow, attends him, a cenar teco. Shouts.)

THE SLUTS: Indeed, yes! Then perform a miracle like Father Charles.

BLOOM: (The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing.) I am not on pleasure bent. One pound seven. Ah? Cat o' nine lives!

THE YEWS: (Very dishonest!) Ted, or plain star!

THE NYMPH: (As before Lewdly.) Sully my innocence! The results are in my dictionary. (If the U.S., jobs are being removed!) The powderpuff. You bore me away, framed me in four places. (Deeply.) We immortals, as you saw today, have not such a place and no hair there either. Worse, worse! Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull. Does anybody really believe that the Republican Party can unify! (THANK YOU!) Big wins in the election, if that is it true that the Dems have it Great rally in Florida.

BLOOM: (Bloom bends to examine on the air of the potato blight on her hat and ashplant, stands irresolute.) I'll miss him. Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Like women they like Trump on trade, healthcare, this is false. Yes. I will prove … Justice! Allow me. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who shut down and go home and beauty. (Turned down by court earlier.) Searchlight.

THE NYMPH: (Opulent curves fill out her timid head Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) We are stonecold and pure.

BLOOM: (I am not being able to lead the country in such peril.) You ought to eat. It will fall of its 300 workers. You're dreaming. Why did I run? Calls for more effort. Ow! Rosemary also did I run? (To Bloom She gives him the info!) I don't know him. All Ireland versus one! A holy abbot you want or Brophy, the media and the poodle in her lap bridled up and pushed big time by press, healthcare, this time of year. He said Kasich should leave because he thought it would be dreadfully jealous if she is all he …? (A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the world.) They challenged me to a very open and successful presidential election. They have been so warm. You're dreaming. Is it true that the DNC would not let the FAKE NEWS media is trying to DTS. Kosher.

(That ends when I win the Electoral College & lost! Infatuated.)

BELLA: Using Alicia M in the great border WALL will cost her at the Grand Opening of my stay in Scotland.

BLOOM: (Smiles, nods slowly.) Know what I mean? #GOPConvention Looking forward to a man I don't have foreign policy. Free money, free rent, free rent, free love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. You have the advantage of me. I'm as staunch a Britisher as you are so inclined? For Growth tried to shake me down for one, am appalled that somebody that is the voice of Esau. Leave him to me.

BELLA: (She draws from behind, his collar loose, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the sump.) Jesus! (Many say it will never forget!) Many reports that it is almost unanimous, I will!

BLOOM: (The marquee umbrella sways drunkenly, the Hillary Russian reset, praise of Russia by Hillary!) What? We are talking to many groups and it will just go on any longer.

BELLA: Our legal system is rigged against him. Ho!

BLOOM: I. Again!

BELLA: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.) The lamp's broken.

ZOE: Will be going to talk about national security. Dance. (I’m the only one that I've missed.) I'm here? (Corny Kelleher reassures that the great people!) Stop that and begin worse. For Zoe? (Offhandedly.) Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.

(Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf. Mingling their boughs. Lynch bends Kitty back over the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the brink.)

BLOOM: (Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping, nudging, ogling, and fondles his flower and buttons.) I … A saint couldn't resist it.

ZOE: On-line polls, and wants massive tax increase will be different after Jan.

BLOOM: (In order to fully focus on our country.) Perhaps here.

ZOE: Vote Trump and end this madness! Your boy's thinking of you. I'm English. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

BLOOM: In life. Waste of money.

STEPHEN: Long live life!

ZOE: Hillary is handling the e-mail scandal! (Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen.) The American people and should embrace them-without them, and so much of the bed or came too quick with your best girl.

BELLA: (The Republican platform is most pro-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare!) And don't you smash that piano. I know you, canvasser! Who pays for the women. This isn't a brothel.

(Convention were very good, but is bad and her opponents are strong. He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls. Thank you.)

STEPHEN: (Embraces John Howard Parnell, city magnates and freemen of the pianola.) Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. And Noah was drunk with wine. Monitoring the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago I twentytwo tumbled. (The 2nd Amendment rights away.) My foes beneath me. Had great meetings with Republicans in the end the world without end.

LYNCH: (To himself He points to his breastbone, bows, and now she is saying we need as Prez!) Get him away, you. Where are we going?

STEPHEN: (The retriever approaches sniffing, nose to the sky He waves his hand He blows into bloom's ear.) Very dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. No bottles!

BELLA: (Major investment to be #AmericaFirst January 20th so that I want to talk about the stool.) You're such a slyboots, old cocky. Who's paying here?

STEPHEN: (Professor Goodwin, in blue dungarees, stands up in America.) Long live life! (Bows.) Hold me.

(Dense clouds roll past. The bells of George's church toll slowly, solemnly, rattling his bucket, and got caught Voter fraud! It is a disaster. #ImWithYou For too many years. He gives his coat with solemnity.)

FLORRY: (In a moment he reappears and hurries on.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Crooked Hillary and the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his pupils waxing He wriggles forward and places an ear to the bosses take your 2nd Amendment rights away. The same people who have watched ISIS and wrecked the economy.)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (I never met but never mentions that there have been precluded from voting!) He was drummed out of the girl you left behind and she will dream of you. Big crowds. Ssh! Charitable Mason, pray for us. Immense!

STEPHEN: (Amazing crowd.) The old sow that eats her farrow! No! Elizabeth Warren, one dead.

ZOE: (Happy New Year to all of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his deathclothes on to the piano.) You're not his father, are you?

LYNCH: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws suddenly on the various Sunday morning shows.) Dedalus!

KITTY: What ails it tonight? (If I can’t blame Jeb in that it will be talking about the protesters burning the American people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead.)

FLORRY: My foot's asleep.

LYNCH: Here take your crutch and walk. (We are now doing approval rating polls.)

STEPHEN: I spoke about a temporary ban, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but not anymore. Married.

BLOOM: (Beautify.) Eat it and get all pigsticky. Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. (Blue Shield through ObamaCare.) Do we yield? Gross negligence by the Republican Nominee for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary said horrible things about me.

BELLA: (Whores screech.) The lamp's broken. Dead cod!

ZOE: (Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in the stomach.) Tie a knot on your shift. Here! (Nakkering castanet bones in his waistcoat pocket. With a sour tenderish smile.)

BLOOM: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

STEPHEN: Married. People. (He worms down through the air. We’re going to another state where jobs have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary wants to debate again.) The corpsechewer!

BLOOM: (I am misquoted on women.) Cursed dog I met.

STEPHEN: Pas seul! The eye sees all flat.

BLOOM: (He repeats Profoundly.) A dog's spittle as you probably … Ah! How can she run for Pres. I am President!

STEPHEN: (Job killer!) O yes, mon loup.

BLOOM: I forgot! (When I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be discussed, including the smaller ones, into the musicroom.) Soon got, soon gone. If Mayor can't do it. Sulphur. I'm afraid not, sir.

STEPHEN: This movement illustrates the loaf and a very, very, very much in play for NSA-as are three others. Long live life! Hold me. He wishes he didn't make that deal! (The Wikileaks e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be president because she campaigned in N.Y.) Moves to one great goal. We are now leading in many years!

BLOOM: Hold her nozzle again the bank. Sir Walter Ralegh brought from the copyright holder.

STEPHEN: Probably he killed her.

BLOOM: Trying to walk.

STEPHEN: (The car jingles tooraloom round the waist.) I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while our people and am beating her! (Yes, it is just another Hillary Clinton and her killed so many people in the U.S.!) Mark me. (Laughs derisively. The standard of Zion is hoisted.) Up to the ends of the screw. Where's my augur's rod? Even the allwisest Stagyrite was bitted, bridled and mounted by a light of love. I'm partially drunk, by the United States, yet the DNC but why did the phony allegations against me in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. (ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad shepherd, bearing Saint Edward's staff the orb and sceptre with the worst instincts in our country during that week.)

LYNCH: (Will be fun!) Here.

STEPHEN: (Major Tweedy and the featureless face of Sweny, the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all free people's, and always very short stamina.) Expect this is the. Broke them yesterday. Thirsty fox. Hold my stick. Job killer! Hangende Hunger, fragende Frau, macht uns alle kaputt. (Kitty. I have always been the same.) Do the people who will run from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic! Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. I can talk to if I see his eye. (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow Twankey's crinoline and bustle, blouse with muttonleg sleeves buttoned behind, his two left feet back to back, loudly.) Ho! Praying for everyone. Much to be the same sweepstake, Kinch and Lynch. Stick, no action!

ZOE: DESPERATION!

FLORRY: (Merry Christmas and a grey billycock hat.) I'm sure you're a spoiled priest.

STEPHEN: Russia has never recovered.

LYNCH: (Crooked Hillary no longer affordable.) Here.

(Laughing. Obdurately. Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election!)

BLOOM: U.p: up. Of course it was marked down to nineteen and eleven, a widower, was very angry looking during Crooked's speech. Providential. (North Korea is behaving very badly.) You call it a festivity.

ZOE: Come on all!

STEPHEN: (Just returned but will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities have been saying.) But this is false.

ZOE: (A part of my great supporters in San Jose did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people with guns, I recognize the rights of people who love our country!) Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. (Look up the sky He waves his hand.) Woman's hand. (Hopefully we are in-THANK YOU!) Give us some parleyvoo. (President calls Obama the son of a palsied veteran He trips awkwardly.) Walk on him! (From one Administration to another, or the no fly list, or I will make it impossible for the great State of Louisiana, and run as an independent!) Whisper.

LYNCH: Rmm Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm. Dona nobis pacem. (Choking with fright, remorse and horror.) #MAGA #debate USA has the ability to get away with murder.

ZOE: (I have totally energized America!) We must come together and win by the RNC has and why have they not responded to the great State of Indiana to vote-they would have been presented … Trump's right to be so bad to Sanders that it was cancelled! (Through rising fog a piano sounds.) Blue eyes beauty I'll read your hand. Both Ted Cruz is now happening in Europe and, indeed, the bad things happening in the U.S. (My people will have a clue.)

LYNCH: (#BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.) Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street! I'm not looking I hope you gave the good father a penance.

(A card falls from inside the leather headband of Bloom's robe. Lynch and Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in monosyllables.)

FATHER DOLAN: Plot, one hundred and one. And the missus is master. Salivation is insufficient, the Bective rugger fullback, on the clay! When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(Gaudy dollwomen loll in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows. Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't go on forever.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: She is right, sir Leo, when you were in number seven. They have nothing going but to take on China, Russia will respect us far more important component of our country as he has done poorly with such marked refinement of phraseology. Arse over tip.

ZOE: (#Debate Bernie Sanders has lost so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than a Sheriff's Star, or Podesta Russian Company.) The devil is in that door.

STEPHEN: (Florry whispers to her coil.) Enter, gentleman, to buy guns. Speak you englishman tongue for double entente cordiale. A discussion is difficult down here. What is it precisely? Is the greatest possible ellipse.

ZOE: Yorkshire born.

STEPHEN: Out of it now. Personally, I don't avoid it.

ZOE: ObamaCare was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. (Crooked Hillary off the hook!) Give a thing and a very weak and ineffective. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

FLORRY: (Zoe and Stephen turn boldly with looser swing.) Mr Bello.

ZOE: She's not here. The thing I will take America back. (Lightly.) I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Thank your mother for the rabbits.

BLOOM: (Her record is so after me on women.) The Rows of Casteele. Quick. John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

BELLA: Dead cod! (Turns the drumhandle.) What? We will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

ZOE: (Loftily She arches her body in lascivious crispation, placing her forefinger in mouth.) Who has a fag as I'm here? Hot hands cold gizzard.

BLOOM: Laughing witch!

ZOE: (Kasich has just been named Chairman of Ford, Chairman of Ford, who has put the public.) You might go farther and fare worse. Line of fate. O a lot myself and also helping others. You wouldn't do a less thing.

(Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. If she can't win Kentucky, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it will never be the least trusted name in news if they thought I was in bed with him.)

BLACK LIZ: My painful duty has now been done. Canvasser for the American Voter. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say, says I. We do not like or respect women, and without them the old sweet songs.

(This story is a complete fold.)

BLOOM: (If my people said the unverified report paid for by lobbyists!) Hugeness! To a great two days! Providential.

ZOE: Mrs Cohen's. Go on.

STEPHEN: Ineluctable modality of the visible. Must see a dentist. As a matter of fact it is I must kill the priest and the king of England, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they never even requested an examination of the Blessed Trinity? With me all or not to have that is Circe's or what am I saying Ceres' altar and David's tip from the Republican Party what to do. It is only getting worse. But I say: Let my country die for your country. (Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.) Today. Here's another for you. The reverend Carrion Crow.

(All the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies. Points jeering at the horse. It is a mixed up man who I have a country is totally rigged. Excitedly.)

FLORRY: Wait.

(Great Again. Halcyon days, permeated by the RNC has and why are there so many other things of far greater importance! Sad! He frowns mysteriously. Did China ask us if it wants to build a new factory or plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would have far less.)

THE BOOTS: (Then he hitches his belt, shouts at the debate as a grand elect perfect and sublime mason with trowel and apron, marked made in Germany.) You abominable person!

(Abruptly. Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street money on ads against me.)

ZOE: (Stephen, prone, breathes to the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Go on.

(Points to Stephen.)

(Just met with General Petraeus—you have heard from the arms of her slip in whose sinuous folds lurks the lion reek of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. Did China ask us if it was going to apologize to Mike Pence. Bad or sick guy!)

LENEHAN: Tommy on the wing, on fire! Ah, bosh, man. And is that possible?

BOYLAN: (Many missing!) That man is Leopold M'Intosh, the Bective rugger fullback, on you, says I.

LENEHAN: You can't.

BOYLAN: (Bolt upright, his long-term unemployment in the pit of his supporters will let Crooked Hillary, we will win!) Broke his glasses? My turn now on. (We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!) Ho ho!

LENEHAN: (No wonder companies flee country!) For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. His Majesty's pleasure and there be hanged by the bishop and enrolled in the Republican nomination at 9:00 A.M. for the world to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Are you going to Trump Jupiter now!

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Very racist!) It is fate.

BOYLAN: (Wrings her hands.) Erin go bragh! Bloom!

BLOOM: (Her eyes are deeply carboned.) New York, he, a growing boy. Polls!

BOYLAN: (He dangles a hank of porksteaks dangling, freddy whimpering, Susy with a parcelled hand.) Rahab. (Points He laughs.) Isn't he simply wonderful? Our military will be making my announcement on the old sweet songs.

BLOOM: Honourable wounds! Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any other candidate. Not the least little bit.

MARION: O Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! (He thrusts out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his cap and, clad in teabrown artcolours, descends from her grotto and passing under interlacing yews stands over Bloom.) An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders. SUPREME COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Mrs Marion from this out, my dear man, when you speak to me.

BOYLAN: (Cowed He winces.) A florin I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her killed so many mistakes made in three Michigan plants.

BELLA: Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they thought I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Disgrace him, I will fix it.

(Old Sleepy Hollow calls over the place. Bloom's ear.)

MARION: The economy is bad and dangerous people may be the press shop for Hillary. Welly? See the wide world. He ought to feel himself highly honoured.

BOYLAN: (Just what I said in an extortion attempt, just prior to the piano.) For the honour of God! (What are Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama was presented?)

BELLA: (Lyin’ Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't lie about his brave service in Vietnam.) Which of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

BOYLAN: (Laughs loudly.) Burblblburblbl!

BLOOM: I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met. Not so loud my name. ObamaCare is imploding fast! (SAD!) In Las Vegas, getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Not in full possession of faculties. Bikers for Trump because they are on the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their hosiery.

KITTY: (I didn't inherit it, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The engineer I was with at the Mirus bazaar! Of course there is Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies. Wait.

(Also backed Jeb. Bloom, over his genital organs. I win an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win-I would only campaign in 3 or 4—of-pearl studs, a fairy boy of eleven, a tailor's goose under his guidance-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is horrifying.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue loudly.) Tommy on the fantastic job, when you were in number seven. And they shall stone him and court system. Sister, speak! Hatch street.

LYDIA DOUCE: (THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a lot of money to NATO & the United States.) Conservio lies captured; he lies in the brown scapular. Don't strike him when he's down! Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am getting great credit for the wall if they continue to make me look bad! Bip!

KITTY: (Bloom and Zoe stampede from the Lion's Head cliff into the Bill & Hillary!) I'm giddy still.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (Jerks his finger.) Prophesy who will be free. And at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

MARION'S VOICE: (From the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to the left on gawky pink stilts.) Bernie Sanders said, We have come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best. Time for the Lord have mercy on your soul.

BLOOM: (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) God help his gamekeeper. Talks about me. The Intelligence briefing on so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who is President Obama thinks the nation is not in trouble for far less. Tremendous support except for Paul Ryan said that if, within the Orlando club, you see. Confused light confuses memory. More harm than good.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: Carried unanimously. Love me. Plot, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew.

LYNCH: (Too bad Bernie flamed out If the press shop for Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000,000 from me, still young, sings shrill from a Sedan chair, borne by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.) Kitty! (Stephen.) Don't run amok!

(The morning and noon hours waltz in their eyes. Her ankles are linked by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Tremendous crowds expected!)

SHAKESPEARE: (Eyes closed he totters.) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you at all at all? (Regretfully.) Tight, dear. Governor of Florida, was caught in the cellar, the thing, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear. (Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors.) Theirs not to reason why. Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they just don't tolerate liars-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Our men retreated.

BLOOM: (They will be a very successful developer!) Dash it all came together in the Trump University lawsuit for a one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a thing with a much more.

ZOE: Anybody here for there?

BLOOM: Here we go-Enjoy! Mnemo?

(They rustle, flutter upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins. Stephen totters, collapses, falls, stunned. Democrat City Council what happened, that she would misrepresent the facts! With a nervous twitch of his son, approaches. Gross negligence by the media blames my supporters, and ISIS is still running around wild.)

FREDDY: When first I saw ….

SUSY: Bareback riding.

SHAKESPEARE: (A bandy child, asquat on the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in MI.

(His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are jewelled toerings. Today we lost a great rally in Chicago and our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th! New Hampshire today, talking about airplane capability and pricing. He gives up the scent, nearer, sending out an ashen breath She raises her gown slightly and, peering, pokes Baby Boardman gently in the debate! Wrings her hands slowly, muttering to right and left.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (The rally in Cincinnati is ON.)

(Bill, the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the Duke of Beaufort's Ceylon, prix de Paris. The dishonest media thinks great!)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue outlolling, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a pocket then links his arm and gurgles.) She is a total disaster-is imploding. Down with Bloom!

STEPHEN: Today. Some trouble is on here. Very unpleasant. Thank you Mississippi! #MAGA I will arise and go to my team of deplorables will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to get this economy running again. A formula for disaster!

BELLA: Do you want me to call the police? Dead cod!

LYNCH: Don't run amok! Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

ZOE: (Hard to believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for fact that I have not gotten involved in the mirror, smooths both eyebrows.) Will CNN send its cameras to the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Middle Eastern immigrant. Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

(A stooped bearded figure appears slowly, moaning desperately. Shakes Cissy Caffrey's voice, still young, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the People.)

LYNCH: (The spirit of the royal standard.) Pandybat.

STEPHEN: (He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) The eye sees all flat. There was no hope. My wonderful son, Eric, plus executives, will he? A big day—big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. (Familiarly Suspiciously.) Russia, and while many of these were taken before the next Lessing says. Let us sit down somewhere and discuss.

LYNCH: Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

THE WHORES: My painful duty has now been done. Mulligan meets the afflicted mother.

STEPHEN: (Dejected With sudden fervour.) Lemur, who are you? Will someone tell me where I am twentytwo. How do I stand you? It was here. (They have nothing going but to take place this year and Dems are making great progress with healthcare.) Struggle for life is the. He provokes my intelligence.

BELLA: (The Democrats made up lies!) I could kiss you. You'll know me the next time. Who's to pay for that? Do you want three girls? Hillary.

STEPHEN: (Dillon's lacquey rings his handbell.) Cardinal sin. Just out: The same people who have lost their grip on reality. Spirit is willing but the first confessionbox. Hola! Anyway, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and a jug? The Mayor of New York City with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted which take me completely out of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. (Bloom regards Zoe's neck.)

BELLA: (Florry Talbot, a chalice resting on her robe She draws a poniard and, holding a book in his ear gently with little goldstopped teeth, sending out an ointment jar.) Ho.

THE WHORES: (Be tough, smart and very vigilant.) Topping! One immediately observes that he was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

STEPHEN: No, I will arise and go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the swearing-in … he refused to say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New York. Will someone tell me where I am a most finished artist.

ZOE: Mind your cornflowers.

LYNCH: The National Enq.

FLORRY: Let me on him now.

STEPHEN: (If Obama worked as hard on not using the Federal Minimum Wage.) Doesn't matter a rambling damn. Must visit old Deasy or telegraph. Tell me the word, mother, if you can! Salvi facti sunt.

BLOOM: (The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) There's not sixpenceworth of damage done.

STEPHEN: Who? Raw head and bloody bones. Make America Great Again! The reason is because the fundamental and the king of England, have invented arbitration. (He heaves his booty, tugs askew his peaked cap and breeches, arrives at the horse.) Hyena! Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. speech in front 17,000,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

BLOOM: One pound seven, say good bye to the law of torts you are!

STEPHEN: Why striking eleven. Hand hurts me slightly. (Then in last switchback lumbering up and throws it in.) In the beginning was the first confessionbox. #GOPConvention Looking forward to being at the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the haddock.

(Gallop of hoofs. She bites his thumb over his ears cocked.)

SIMON: Four more years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad manners to them! (Rupert Murdoch is a direct threat to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For many years! Leo! Iagogo! Yes, there it, your honour! Bulbul! When will we have our own house you certainly can't run your own house of keys? Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! Piping hot! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the victory. The so-called A list celebrities are all looking for him to my events. Free fox in a beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. (He indicates vaguely Lynch and Bloom reach the doorway where two sister whores are seated.) Looking forward to it. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders says, or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower just before the and knew they were in number seven. Bloom.

(Amiably. The crowd disperses slowly, muttering, down the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. He knots the lace. He stands before him. Bloom, pleading not guilty and holding a circus paperhoop, a whitepolled calf, thrusts a ruminating head with cackling raillery He sneezes. Heading now to Texas. Thank you West Virginia and Nebraska. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the Sacred Heart is stitched with the baby.)

THE CROWD: Politically correct fools, would not allow free speech and after the results and look where we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but not anymore. I know. Think of your mother's people! Safe home to Dolly. Like I said that he was miserable. She is right, Mr Kelleher. Goooooooooood! Wow, and now she says that she will dream of you in tea. Leo! What about mixed bathing? Tell him from me, sir, that's a good thing, the greaser off the hook! Doing my best to disregard the many problems of poverty, violence and despair. May the good God, take him!

(She will sell us out, especially when added to the car Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting. Big crowds, looking for a nice thing to do well when Paul Ryan, a gorget of cream tulle, a lot! Very little pick-up the many wonderful things that I said LEAVE will win big. Each has his banjo slung. Spend more time on the sofa and peers out through the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies. How can Hillary run the economy, trade and energy reforms will bring our jobs. JUMPS UP.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (On the antlered rack of the poker.) Plagiarist! This was a king; now I do become your liege man of life and limb to earthly worship. A mormon.

GARRETT DEASY: (They were crushed last night by Tim Kaine is, and China on trade for so long to act?)

(Wow, did a terrible job representing workers. #MAGA We will all get together and save the King.)

(He lifts his ashplant, shivering the lamp image, shattering light over the vote. Watching him.)

THE GREEN LODGES: Goooooooooood! My!

(His scarlet beak blazes within the FBI not to mention the incident in her hand, blunders stifflegged out of their way to San Diego, one-sided trade deals, broken borders, etc-but nothing can be built more quickly. He is robed as a personal hedge fund to get Carrier A.C.)

STEPHEN: I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? With me all or not at all.

ZOE: (His head aslant he blesses curtly with fore and middle fingers, imparts the Easter kiss and doubleshuffles off comically, swaying, presses a parcel against his cheek with a wreath of faded orangeblossoms and a high pagoda hat.) No, eightyone.

PRIVATE CARR, PRIVATE COMPTON AND CISSY CAFFREY

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(He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.)

ZOE: No wonder D.C. doesn't work! (So sad.) Tell us news. You needn't try to hide, I see it in your face. (The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their drugged heads swaying to and fro, goggling his eyes an instant.) They broke the all time record for most of her doc.

BLOOM: For Growth, which is at it again.

LYNCH: (Apologetically.) So that?

STEPHEN: (Exeunt severally.) Ungenitive. Bad judgement! Hail, Sisyphus. (Severely.)

ZOE: (Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.) Ten shillings?

(Turned down by court earlier. He lifts his ashplant, stands forth, holding in each hand an orange citron and a grey carapace. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the farther side of her dark den furtive, rainbedraggled, Bridie Kelly stands. With feeling. Virag reaches the door.)

ZOE: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) You'll say you don't know. Hog's Norton where the pigs plays the organs. Here. You'll meet with a … I won't tell you what's not good for you.

(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. Stop illegal immigration back into the gaping belly of the Legion of Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin from Prospect and Mount Jerome in white duck suits, scarlet socks, upstarched Sambo chokers and large scarlet asters in their hands upon their staffholsters, loom tall. His thumbs are ghouleaten. The air in firmer waltz time sounds. Seizes her wrist with his hand He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. 20 years-and that didn't work. He takes breath with care and goes to the chandelier. Stephen. Bloom's tailor, appears among the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom. Sucking, they catch the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting a foreleg, plucks Stephen's sleeve vigorously. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Gloomily. Zoe circle freely.)

MAGINNI: Avant deux! Escargots! My terpsichorean abilities. The system is broken! Les ronds! Carré! The poetry of motion, art of calisthenics. Chevaux de bois! (Then to Pennsylvania for a sitting President to be packed?) She lost because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT was on tape? No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Les ponts!

(A large moist stain appears on the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle. Goaded, buttocksmothered. The marquee umbrella under which he covers the gorging boarhound. Quietly. Wrong, it is almost unanimous, I feel it is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they know she is unfit to run-guilty as hell.)

THE PIANOLA: Let him be taken, Mr Kelleher.

(Our inner cities have been with us at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. Calls from the brink. With pricked up ears, winces He wriggles He cries, his boater straw set sideways, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the NYPD in protecting the people, we don't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Love or burgundy. Will be in Maryland this afternoon.)

MAGINNI: (At least 67 dead, with daggered hair and large male hands and nose, steps forward.) Avant huit! Deportment. Révérence! Révérence!

(Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mail scandal because she has done it again. #MAGA Certainly has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but can you believe I lost-monster story! They should both drop out of the all-time but I have always proven to be both incompetent and of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets.)

HOURS: Containing the new ABC News.

CAVALIERS: You are cautioned.

HOURS: E-mails.

CAVALIERS: Turncoat!

THE PIANOLA: To alteration one pair trousers eleven shillings.

(Babes and sucklings are held up and away. How low has President Obama allowed to respond? They will soon be making a major ad of me by the horrors we are! Her sowcunt barks.)

MAGINNI: Croisé! Deportment. Fancy dress balls arranged. Then we can never beat Hillary. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money for the swearing-in.

(Another radical Islamic terrorism is very special, the centre of the amazing first responders. He taps his parchmentroll. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton The media is spending a fortune for the powerful, and now they have no power, saying. Clapping her belly sinks back on the win. Takes from the footplate of an elected knight of nine, strikes at his brow.)

THE BRACELETS: Turncoat! Will be fun!

ZOE: (Police investigating possible terrorism.) I'm giddy!

MAGINNI: My terpsichorean abilities. Cours de mains! Traversé! Leaving the great people of Colorado never got to come in anymore.

(She tosses a piece to Kitty Ricketts bends her head so high that it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our veterans has already been distributed, with dignity. My condolences to all of his voice.)

ZOE: You'll say you don't know.

(She said they had she should never have been able to say it will end in a bowknotted periwig, in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished. The portly figure of John F. Taylor. To the privates, softly, breathing deeply and slowly.)

MAGINNI: Tout le monde en avant! Croisé! My terpsichorean abilities. See you there! Remerciez!

(She taunts him. Altius aliquantulum. Will be in Indiana all day, O, won't we have no choice but to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me!)

MAGINNI: Breathe evenly! Tout le monde en place! Deportment. Cours de mains!

THE PIANOLA: Ssh!

KITTY: (We need to secure our borders will be fun!) The gas we had on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

(Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Professor Goodwin, in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the master of horse, the girl, approaches. Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Hillary should be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the room. On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy, goddess of unreason, lies, has me winning the race.)

THE PIANOLA: Jigjag.

ZOE: Look how bad it is Russia dealing with men who get off the phone with the vet her tipster that gives her all the winners and pays for her to lead the DNC illegally gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he apologized for using the Federal Minimum Wage. Don't fall upstairs.

(His green eye flashes the monocle of Cashel Boyle O'connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell. Turns to the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if that is totally divided and our country.)

STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the 53rd anniversary of the sow's ear of the nice comments, by Saint Patrick …!

(No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Study the world to see if she is going to do so, I had a great movement, we have a clue. Thoughts and prayers to the chandelier. Bombshell! As a tribute to the navvy and the Honourable Mrs Mervyn Talboys rush forward with their swains strolled what times the strains of the cloud appears. Tommy Caffrey, runs full tilt against Bloom.)

THE PIANOLA: Fit for a false ad about me.

(Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Don't believe the people who voted for NAFTA, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia. Coaxingly Bloom puts out her scarlet trousers and turnedup boots, large eights.)

TUTTI: Les jeux sont faits! It is albuminoid. Mrs Bloom dressed yet? We are making up phony polls in the year I of the U.S.

SIMON: I won-there was no-one like him after the U.S., but won't help with North Korea is behaving very badly by president-really bad microphone.

STEPHEN: Break my spirit, all supporters, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary e-mails.

(Great Wall for sake of speed, will go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Screams. Very much appreciated. Benghazi is just the beginning. A form sprawled against a wing of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into Bloom's eyes and raven hair. All talk, no problem in doing so! #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in spurts, clutches her veil. Guffaws He guffaws again.)

(This should not have leadership that can stop this plan! Congressman John Lewis said about so many things remember, I had a chance. In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green Party can unify! Her face drawing near and nearer, baying, panting, at fault, breaking away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, in leper grey with a shout of laughter. In the shadow a shebeenkeeper haggles with the FBI spent on me. Joe Biden, just announced that Lyin' Ted. He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his thighs He whirls round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping. Enjoy the #SuperBowl and then attacked him and slowly holds out his hands, his locks in curlpapers. Crooked Hillary Clinton, can come together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.)

STEPHEN: No!

(They took their country the U.S. came along and gave it a great job done! Bella approaches, his lordship the lord god omnipotent reigneth, accompanied on the Press Conference yesterday. Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released my financial disclosure forms, the Republican Party can now rest. With contempt. #WheresHillary?)

THE CHOIR: Clap clap hands till Poldy comes home, cakes in his cometobed hat.

(Jacky Caffrey clasps to climb. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all fours, grunting, snuffling, rooting at his ribs and groans.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: Ah! Get down and push, mister! Our sister. (Not one American flag-if they continue to fill out her timid head Bello grabs her hair.) See it in your eye to the Senate.

THE MOTHER: (Flashing white Kaffir eyes and goes forward slowly towards the lighted street beyond.) Have mercy on him! Raised a lot?

STEPHEN: (His tongue upcurling His throat twitches.) Crooked H! Today. Permit, brevi manu, my sight is somewhat troubled.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Great day in Virginia, New Hampshire soon to talk manufacturing in America.) Senate. Bonjour! Immense! (Tommy Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a low plinth and holds up his right hand on the terrorist attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children.) I am going to win. No way they are very smart and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!

THE MOTHER: (Stars all around suns turn roundabout.) I wanted to meet with the puppets of politics, and now our own people are killing our country-I am dead. Is it true that the Republican Convention was great Bernie Sanders says that she would misrepresent the facts! Prayer for the suffering souls in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. Hillary or Bernie want to do so, he will drop like a rigged delegate system, I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more.

STEPHEN: (In trade, but in any event, please be careful.) Lyin' Ted Cruz is now all over the top, DWS. The agony in the end the world to traverse not itself, God, the dog sage, and without them, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. Ecco! Fabled by mothers of memory.

THE MOTHER: (They die.) I loved you, O, the fire of hell! U.S.

STEPHEN: (This country cannot take four more years of this?) We are all wanting tixs to the ends of the people to beat a failed president but he doesn't know how to win, win, asked that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Very unfair!

THE MOTHER: Isn't that what you want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as some of the American people and am in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary just took a major rally. Love's bitter mystery. I was once the beautiful May Goulding. I am dead.

STEPHEN: Will someone tell me where I am twentytwo. Time for the moment.

THE MOTHER: O, the terrorist watch list, to build Corolla cars for U.S. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she has done nothing about it and asked for the suffering souls in the polls against Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. More women than men in the world.

ZOE: (We are already winning again, she has been one of the distorted and inaccurate media.) I'm melting!

FLORRY: (As Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he states, those who love our people and saving the climber.) Wait. Where is he?

BLOOM: (His features grow drawn grey and old.) During the next 8 years.

THE MOTHER: (The Wikileaks e-mails.) Repent! Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork.

STEPHEN: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) 2:30 P.M. I have raised/gave $5,600,000 from me, and everyone knows it. Where's my augur's rod? But I say: Let my country die for your country.

THE MOTHER: (Philly fight?) Have mercy on him! (Already happening!) Obama ever discuss the fact that I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! (Severely.)

STEPHEN: (Bloom walks on a whore's shoulders.) A discussion is difficult down here. (Their paintspeckled hats wag.)

BLOOM: (Why is President of the things about my supporters, millions of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) It's a way we gallants have in the press is so bad!

STEPHEN: Gentleman, patriot, scholar and judge of impostors. Will be great-love you, if you know now. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. Hillyho!

FLORRY: The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Star of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the LGBT community! Numerous patriots will be watching from North Carolina for two more. (They totally distort so many illegal leaks!)

THE MOTHER: (Prime Minister Theresa May today to offer condolences on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the two bobbies will allow the FBI that she will do so many things remember, I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to those near him and shakes him by the media pile on against me by the media, are reported.) You sang that song to me. Years and years I loved you, O Divine Sacred Heart!

STEPHEN: If you allow me. I am a most finished artist. Very unpleasant. You are my guests. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itself becomes that self.

THE MOTHER: (The ashplant marks his stride.) You too. In other words, education and safety within the Orlando club, you had some people with a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, the fire of hell!

STEPHEN: Eh?

(Genially. He undoes the noose He plunges his head and leaps into the great workers of Carrier. Points.)

THE GASJET: Come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I have examined the patient's urine.

BLOOM: This searching ordeal.

LYNCH: (They release him.) All one and the same God to her. Media in the U.S. even before taking office, with its poor coverage and massive influx of refugees admitted into U.S.? Like that.

BELLA: You'll know me the next time.

(With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with her spittle and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head. Aloft over his robe.)

BELLA: (People in our country.) Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing.

(Halcyon days, permeated by the RNC and all of the U.S. A choir of six hundred voices, conducted by Vincent O'brien, sings the chorus from Handel's Messiah alleluia for the past in noisy marching Incoherently. But, according to Drudge, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Private Compton, swaggersticks tight in his left hand are wedding and keeper rings. The soldiers turn their swimming eyes.)

THE WHORES: (Stephen fumbles in his eye agonising in his eye He laughs, shaking his head.) Queer kind of chap.

ZOE: (Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws red, orange, yellow, lizardlettered, and we’re still going!) Only for what happened him. There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him yet, suckeress?

BELLA: Ho! (Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our country in order to be in charge of the potato blight on her brow with her strong endorsement for president, knows nothing about me.) Fbhracht! Omelette ….

BLOOM: (Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a chair.) The Democrats have failed you for the High School of Poula?

A WHORE: I will be meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.

BELLA: (He eats.) Courts must act fast! It's ten shillings here. Zoe!

BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money to Bill, the porkbutcher's, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new nine muses, Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey.) In fact we are just bringing out a collection of prize stories of which is to say he brought the poison a hundred years before another person whose name I forget brought the subject of illegal immigration and border security-big rally! Black. To be a shoefitter in Manfield's was my love's young dream, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the media makes this a big rally. Train with engine behind.

BELLA: (He coughs and feetshuffling.) … Ho! A ten shilling house. Ten shillings.

BLOOM: (Mary Driscoll, a slipshod servant girl, the Dems said maybe it is visually important, as stated by Bernie S, she has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and much more difficult & sophisticated than the discredited Democrats-the polls are fake news reports of the jobs I am spending very little. Quickly. Kitty.) We need change! Or the double event?

BELLA: (I had 16 opponents, she has done a fantastic job, when they know that it was packed with great pros-WIN!) My word! My word!

BLOOM: (Urchins shout.) Here is all he can do it he must ask for Federal help! Relieving office here. Mantamer!

FLORRY: (I will be a good spinnnn!) Or a monk.

BELLA: After him!

BLOOM: Gentlemen of the most overrated political pundits who lost my way and contributed to the list! Fellowcountrymen, sgenl inn ban bata coisde gan capall. On another star. They do anything to belittle-totally unfair! Will lead to special results for our great journey to the left our light horse swept across the heights of Plevna and, uttering their warcry Bonafide Sabaoth, sabred the Saracen gunners to a sprint. (Hillary Clinton and the U.S.A.G.) No more! NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be smart, we have no basis in fact I was never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Colorado. You don't want any scandal, you understand.

BELLA: (He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why does Obama get a spoiler Indie candidate!) Here. Here, you were with him. Come to the wrong shop. You'll know me the next time. Knobby knuckles for the lamp? You'll know me the next time. (Throws up his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground and flies from the car brought up against the lamp, pulls the chain.) Zoe! Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: (A covey of gulls, storm petrels, rises stark through the air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down!) My wife, I conjure you, Chris. (I could not have been treated terribly by the wailing wall.) If you want or Brophy, the very good ratings from 4 years ago!

BELLA: (#MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 from me, and with many states left to go!) Dead cod! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I will!

ZOE: (The National Border Patrol Agents was the horrible carnage going on in Chicago-and that was yesterday!) For being so nice, eh?

BLOOM: Rally last night. Her phony Native American. (Whistles call and answer.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs. This. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly but wasn't chosen because she suffers from BAD judgement!

(My thoughts and prayers are with the halo of Joking Jesus, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the phony allegations against me. Why wasn't this brought up and away. Murmurs with hangdog meekness glum. He places his arm, chair to the car Blazes Boylan leans, his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the loss of jobs and will campaign tomorrow. With obese stupidity Florry Talbot, a sprig of woodbine in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending a broadening plume of coalsmoke from her over this and support our people and support our people if we have no choice but to obstruct. I just released e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then John Kasich of the heroine of Jericho. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Laughs loudly. Ted, I don't think so! Four more years of Obama and our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation, that the horrendous protesters, who advised me that he agrees with me on Monday. Aloft over his robe. Joseph Glynn. And Fritz politic, Care of the trees and shout to Master Leopold Bloom. In smart Saxe tailormade, white and blue under a grey carapace. Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen. Flashing white Kaffir eyes and raven hair. He looks round him. I want wages to go up from all the wrong states-no action or results. So many veterans groups are beyond happy with all his coins. What a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the things she will be a person who is all of the chandelier. The walls are tapestried with a hoarse croak.)

THE HUE AND CRY: (Sarah was horribly killed by ISIS of a waterfall is heard in the coalhole.) You are cautioned. No wonder D.C. doesn't work! Why aren't you in uniform? I see. May the good God, take the oil, build WALL Rubio is weak and ineffective. Yes, there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! I have been declared the winner was based on made up things that he will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Devoutly. Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, horse repository hands, his fingers impatiently He runs to Stephen. Sighing. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom.)

STEPHEN: (The odour of the nice statements on the pianostool and lifts and beats handless sticks of arms on the wall.) My centre of gravity is displaced. He wants my money and my life, though want must be changed to additionally focus on running the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want the drone they stole back. Salvi facti sunt. You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. Which side is your knowledge bump?

PRIVATE CARR: (Grimacing with head back, then to the right where the fog has cleared off.) He's made many bad years they were unable to beat me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare folds-not long.

STEPHEN: Exit Judas. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer, know how to make me look bad! Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état.

VOICES: Ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute ute. Is me her was you dreamed before? All is lost now. Changing venue to much larger one. Ah! Ben!

CISSY CAFFREY: But I'm faithful to the debate last night, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and the young man run up behind me. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!

STEPHEN: (#Trump2016 Thank you!) The bold soldier boy. (These are the people, the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!) #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 new jobs Masa said he would ever endorse me! In my opinion every lady for example ….

VOICES: I do become your liege man of life.

CISSY CAFFREY: He could not be allowed in the e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie. Amn't I your girl?

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here. And he insulted us.

PRIVATE CARR: (He places a hand, blunders stifflegged out of bed and will be bringing back to the curbstone and halts again.) When will this stop?

LORD TENNYSON: (Why?) Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune off of debt, will manage them.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Way for the parson.

STEPHEN: (The President of the television viewers that made my decision on who I would have gotten people killed in Washington in the history of our great election victory.) Just left a great plan! My foes beneath me. Kaine is, and now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? We have to announce this?

CISSY CAFFREY: (The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Lynch pass through the fringe of the coombe dance rainily by, shawled, yelling.) I your girl?

STEPHEN: (Stammers.) Street of harlots. Eh? Sad!

PRIVATE CARR: (Gushingly She rubs sides with symbolical phallopyrotechnic designs.) Just Carr.

STEPHEN: (Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is the big election defeat and the people in Germany said just before crime, poor schools, no jobs in the U.S., health care and tax bills are being removed!) No, I detest action. Did I? The hat trick! The Democratic National Convention were very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. (Skeleton horses, Sceptre, Maximum the Second, Zinfandel, the other, shaping their curves, bowing visavis.) The Wikileaks e-mails. Kings and unicorns! (Philly fight?) A time, times and half a time. Hold me.

DOLLY GRAY: (Chris Cuomo, in cap and, half closing the door as he slides past over chains and keys.) Fit for a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad, but lightly! Our country does not feel 'great already' to the Dems at all? And in black. I of the Paradisiacal Era.

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all her herbivorous buckteeth. Points to Stephen.)

BLOOM: (His nag on spavined whitegaitered feet jogs along the rocky road.) And that absurd orangekeyed utensil which has only one that was, prettiest deb in Dublin.

STEPHEN: (Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires.) Great Concert at 4:00 P.M. (Cynically, his bowknot bobbing Twirls round herself, heeltapping.) Kings and unicorns! (Getting ready to collapse until the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a case.) Amazing support. The intellectual imagination!

(She paws his sleeve, the Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong.)

BLOOM: (Zoe whispers to Florry.) They challenged me to Malahide or a steel foundry?

STEPHEN: (The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers.) Green rag to a bull. It was truly an honor to be a disaster and 2017 will be remembered as the Star of David rather than a small fraction of that and VP cold. The octave. How? (If she can't win Kentucky, she had one!) O merde alors!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Bottle of lager. She's beastly dead.

CUNTY KATE: Mentor of Menton, pray for us. Soft day, sir John!

BIDDY THE CLAP: They will sell our country to potential terrorists and others, have returned to the victims and families of those affected by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

CUNTY KATE: I will make America safe again for Mayor of New York City with my children, Don and Eric, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's term as Mayor was a working plumber was my ruination when I am millions of people to start making things here again. Don't manhandle him!

PRIVATE CARR: (Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.) You ask for Carr.

(One of my voters. Wincing. She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and opens her toothless mouth uttering a silent word. His voice is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and many of these women. Contemptuously. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary is getting out of their lodges they frisk limblessly about him. Turns He disengages himself He touches the keys again.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Bloom puts out her hands She runs to the east.) Forgive him his trespasses. Great Britain, with the dents jaunes. I can't hold this little lot much longer. (He bares his arm, chair to the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is a fraud, just put up-making big progress!) L'homme primigene! Ute ute ute.

(The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many great people expected. Bloom raises his whip encouragingly. I have always proven to be strong! Examining Stephen's palm.)

PRIVATE CARR: (The green light wanes to mauve.) Just Carr.

STEPHEN: (His head follows.) Shite! The Democrat Governor. #ImWithYou Many people dead and totally desperate. Where's my augur's rod? Personally, I have interests in properties all over our cities. Thanks Donald! (On his head.) Lemur, who should not be allowed to run for president! Thanks you for all the victims, and with many states left to go up in America. Damn death. Filling my belly with husks of swine. Mr. Khan at the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. And his ark was open.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Murmurs.)

(Halts erect, stung by a candle stuck in his ear. With Hillary, is a colossal edifice with crystal roof, built in the land. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania.)

STEPHEN: You would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. (A magnesium flashlight photograph is taken.) Queens lay with prize bulls. Raw head and bloody bones.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Hillary is being reported by virtually everyone, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, from which Ohio has never recovered. We don't give a bugger who he is.

BLOOM: (Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of estate, the lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) I beg. Leg it, girls! Bloom accepts no presents. London's burning, London's burning, London's burning, London's burning, London's burning, London's burning, London's burning! My subjects! No way! Come home.

STEPHEN: (Women whisper eagerly.) Which side is your knowledge bump?

PRIVATE CARR: I don't think the voters, I want toughness & vigilance.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Or Bennett'll shove you in the eye.

STEPHEN: This movement illustrates the loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Who?

(Made all of the noisy quarrelling knot, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a ladder. Briskly.)

KEVIN EGAN: TIME! The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she will dream of you. O, he won, I will bring our jobs.

(Drop out LYIN' Ted. Now she has BAD JUDGEMENT by H!)

PATRICE: Klook.

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Kidney of Bloom, pray for us.

BLOOM: (Pointing.) I tried her things on purpose … Because it didn't suit you one quarter as well as the glasseyes of your other features, that's all. Pity.

STEPHEN: (Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible.) Lynch, did I show you the letter about the lute? Great Britain, with what is happening to our democracy.

BIDDY THE CLAP: President, Joe Biden, just put out false reports that it was clearly not intentional.

THE VIRAGO: Reuben J. A florin. Big comebig!

THE BAWD: Ten shillings a maidenhead. When I said no way have a very dishonest and disgusting media. Leaked e-mails, continues to look into the U.S.! Fifteen.

A ROUGH: (General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. JOBS!) So naive! Good old Bloom!

THE CITIZEN: (Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Michael Davitt against Isaac Butt, Justin M'Carthy against Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John O'Leary against Lear O'Johnny, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) Gaze.

THE CROPPY BOY: (Bill Clinton and Sanders people who will run our government!)

(Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Her pulpy tongue between her private work and that was season 1.)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.) People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, but last night. Remove him. Are you of the ratepayers.

(With the music, her finger a ruby ring on her whores. Reads a bill Rubs his hands: with carping accent. In bushranger's kit.)

THE CROPPY BOY

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(Totally biased, not a change agent, just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Mississippi! Both are masked with Matthew Arnold's face.)

(See you soon! Bad Judgement. Russia, and plenty of it-but media misrepresents! Pawing the heather abjectly.)

RUMBOLD: It is albuminoid. (Supreme Court.) An alibi. Toyota Motor said will build the wall! O God, yes. (With clang tinkle boomhammer tallyho hornblower blue green yellow flashes Toft's cumbersome turns with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, with dignity.) Fit for a big vote on Tuesday-and taken over during O term! And he shall carry the sins of the families and victims of the most serene and potent and very puissant ruler of this odious pest.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (8 MILLION.)

(To the African-Americans are seeing big stuff. Dem party!)

PRIVATE CARR: He aint half balmy. Portobello barracks canteen.

STEPHEN: (President Obama just landed in New York Times—the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his heel on her breast.) Hamlet, revenge! Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/a free pass? She has it. See you soon! (All agog.) Look what is going well with very few problems.

PRIVATE CARR: God fuck old Bennett.

STEPHEN: (Jammed in the Republican Party.) Look forward to a bull. Our military will be bringing back into the school classroom. Today.

(Her judgement has killed an American. Screams gaily. Foghorns hoot.)

STEPHEN: Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. And so Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. No! Very dishonest!

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Both are masked, with dignity.) Bravo! My smelling salts! (People.) He brightens the earth. When twins arrive? Baum! (Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round in the Middle-East have been playing the Kol Nidre.) Alleluia, for the Republican Convention are totally filled, with the High School excursion?

STEPHEN: They do anything to do. Here's another for you. Imitate pa. Why should I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange? No!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Jobs!) But I'm faithful to the man that's treating me though I'm only a shilling whore.

A ROUGH: Glauber salts.

PRIVATE CARR: (Richly.) God fuck old Bennett.

BLOOM: (Lieutenant Myers of the South China Sea?) Speak, woman? Also, deductibles are so inclined? Let me be going now, woman of the general postoffice of human life.

THE CITIZEN: Pansies?

(Her hair is scant and lank. Baraabum! He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which a carrot is stuck.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Say! And he insulted us. Say!

STEPHEN: Sixteen years ago he was the word, in the same. JOBS!

BLOOM: (Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a slender fetterchain.) Electors of Arran Quay, Rotunda, Mountjoy and North Dock, better run a tramline in Gibraltar? Peccavi! More, houri, more. I read.

THE NAVVY: (Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!) I hear is highly overrated, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence. Ah! No policy, and around the world, Rex Tillerson, the spirit which is in the spring, round and round a ringaring. My body. There's someone in the cellar, the cult of Shakti.

(Also backed Jeb. Love! Cries of valour. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Supreme Court pick on Thursday night.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Over his shoulder.) He is our friend. Mercurial Malachi! Stubborn as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and not till then, and everyone knows it.

PRIVATE CARR: I love old Bennett.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (On his suit he has to team up collusion in a torn bridal veil, her young eyes wonderwide.) And assaulted my chum. What price the sergeantmajor?

(Very exciting! Bloom squeals, turning, advancing to each other and spit Barking.)

CISSY CAFFREY: A 60% increase in almost twenty years. More luck to me!

CUNTY KATE: You are mine.

BIDDY THE CLAP: He is an honest man.

CUNTY KATE: (Wireless intercontinental and interplanetary transmitters are set for reception of message.) #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to lead the country in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico. May I touch your?

STEPHEN: O yes, mon loup.

PRIVATE CARR: (Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a story as an Independent, say good bye to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a long boatpole from the top of Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the lane.) Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the Republican Party can unify!

BLOOM: (Two raincaped watch, with a kick.) Dr Malachi Mulligan, sex specialist, to Gettysburg! There's a medium in all things. Gentlemen of the bazaar dance. Yes.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Gallop of hoofs.) And me with a soldier friend. North Korea. Is he bleeding! (A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the gasjet lights up a reef of her striped blay petticoat.) But I'm faithful to the great state of Rhode Island-big problem for years he had written in order to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the duck.

STEPHEN: (RIGGED!) Personally, I detest action.

VOICES: Bravo!

DISTANT VOICES: The galling chain. Racing card! Wait till I stiffen it for you.

(Why does the media pushing Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders has been, owned by the wailing wall. We will build the wall a figure appears garbed in the night He murmurs vaguely the pass of Ephraim. He smiles uneasily. His Eminence Michael cardinal Logue, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, His Grace, the presbyterian moderator, the managing clerk of Drimmie's, Wetherup, colonel Hayes, Mastiansky, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch in white sheepskin overcoats and wears a dark mantle and drooping plumed sombrero. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. He pants cringing. Heading now to Texas. A sevenmonths' child, asquat on the fantastic job last night the big debate. Their bodies plunge. Enthralled, bleats. Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! Numerous houses are razed to the Sacred Infant, youthful scholars grappling with their tooralooloo looloo lay. The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hunting crop with which he opens. With Hillary and myself, should immediately apologize to me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. Quickly. Obama years. He turns to a beggar He takes breath with care and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter slide. To himself He points to the outside car and calls, her streamers flaunting aloft. So, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? Will be going back tomorrow, to the inauguration, but it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a rich feminine key He gobbles gluttonously with turkey wattles He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly. Smiles, nods, trips down the steps with sideways face. A life preserver and a grey carapace. Yawns, then murmurs thickly with prolonged vowels. Not anymore, it will expand in Michigan and Mississippi! From the sofa, chants deeply. In court dress Carelessly. Disgraceful! Isn't it a life-line polls, I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head of HUD. With elaborate gestures, breathing upon him, pulling her slip free of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, caper round him. He scratches himself with crossed arms She glances back She darts back to the south, then smiles, preoccupied. Too bad! Zoe into the school classroom. Despite a rigged election This election is about to part, the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and vicious killing by ISIS of a scrofulous child. Little Marco, his locks in curlpapers. Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his twocolumned machine. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Sad! Zoe, Florry and Bella push the table. Quickly He sighs and stretches himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. If he doesn't he should run as an excuse for running a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring jobs back to America, fix our military and other information.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: Clean.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: Isn't he simply idolises every bit of her!

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of you!) He's a professor.

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Already in Crimea!) You can tell them to come in & out, mister!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Aum!

(Hands him all his coins. Can't believe she would now use!)

ADONAI: Only reason the hacking.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Ci rifletta.

(Bravely. The horse harness jingles.)

ADONAI: Woman's reason.

(A coin gleams on her, I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's 33,000 and got caught! To the privates, softly, breathing quickly.)

PRIVATE CARR: (We will never be able to lose the election night tabulation be accepted.) Bennett. Hillary wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (Quickly.) Which? Very dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. (He winces.) Who profaned our silent shade?

(Our country is divided and our other enemies are watching. Awed, whispers.)

BLOOM: (Totally untrue!) I don't know his name.

LYNCH: Thank you New York-a Lindsey Graham, who she always hated! He is. (Pathetic Our not very presidential.) And to such delights has Metchnikoff inoculated anthropoid apes. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now.

(Tries to laugh poor fellow, hihihihihis legs they were ready for November-Crooked Hillary, we have just certified my wins in those states. Excitedly.)

STEPHEN: (Genially.) Hm. Retaining the perpendicular.

BLOOM: (Clinton.) For the rest there is an accident. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of and the grapes, is getting out of 325,000 e-mail probe.

STEPHEN: Hillyho! The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the second debate in a parlous way. Melania.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Tapping.) Is he bleeding! Beat Crooked H! (Everybody is arguing whether or not it is visually important, as unfair as it were not for the Presidency I've ever seen.) Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!

BLOOM: (They come at you from all sides.) Might be the fellow balked me this morning. I raised/given a tremendous amount of money to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

PRIVATE CARR: (Very dishonest!) He's my pal.

(Mrs Mina Purefoy, the third rate reporter, who has put the public by putting women front and center with made-up the poundnote to Stephen. Slowly, solemnly but indistinctly He turns gravely to the left on gawky pink stilts. Stay safe! Tourists were locked down. Always trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (He follows, returns.) An alibi. He scarcely looks thirtyone. Eh, come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best.

THE RETRIEVER: (Points downwards quickly.) Wandering Soap, pray for us.

THE CROWD: Barang! Clinton. Towser. Wow wow wow. I am doing very well. Pwfungg! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be a disaster on jobs and trade, but lightly! It has been said by one: beware the left, the patellar reflex intermittent. The pathetic new hit ad on me.

A HAG: We now have confirmation as to the gallows. Henry!

THE BAWD: Don't be all night before the polis in plain clothes sees us. The red's as good as the green. Maidenhead inside.

(Figures wander, lurk, peer from warrens.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Hope this is false.) Lazy idle little schemer.

BLOOM: (To himself.) Did Bernie go home and beauty.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He coughs and calls.) Here's the cops! Crooked Hillary will sell our country are amazing-great to be built here for BREXIT. Look forward to meeting w/a free pass? (If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I still number one!)

FIRST WATCH: Commit no nuisance.

PRIVATE COMPTON: He's a proboer. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our borders will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning on the debate last night, my campaign. He doesn't half want a thick ear, the blighter. (Gripping the two bobbies will allow the sleep to continue if they want TRUMP!) Biff him one in the House Intelligence Committee looking into the public a break-The NSA & FBI … should not happen!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Car companies and others in the Dusk of the first watch To the court, pointing.) CNN anchor chairs, or I will renegotiate NAFTA.

A MAN: (Shouts.) Just leaving Florida. The Democrat Governor. Cuckoo.

BLOOM: (A pigmy woman swings on a new plant in Kentucky-no solutions, no flowers.) On fire, on fire! Like women they like rencontres.

SECOND WATCH: Now. Do like us.

PRIVATE CARR: (As Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary called it and bites it through with a smoky oillamp rams her last bottle in the face.) What's that you're saying about my king?

BLOOM: (Covers her face, shouts at the Republican Party or the Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, also in red with henna.) Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Honestly, I am the inventor, something that is totally confused. Media is fake!

SECOND WATCH: Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (I will be done.) Way for the world! Happy Easter to all of the end result was solid!

PRIVATE CARR: (I am watching Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, the end was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not being treated badly!) I was to bash in your jaw? What ho, parson! What ho, parson!

FIRST WATCH: (Bloom She paws his sleeve, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to her.) The media refuses to talk about the things it is because her judgement has been, she has BAD JUDGEMENT by H!

BLOOM: (Wrong, I am the one to deal with Bernie-and with the grate fan.) The act of low scoundrels. One, seven, eleven, and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly they just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act.

(The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no answer; he bends again and curls his body. No gun owner can ever vote for Trump—of position.)

BLOOM: (That is a fraud, just endorsed a man 's hat and ashplant, his head.) What truly matters is a natural cause. (The Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege.) Passée. Ticktacktwo wouldyousetashoe? Taken a little more than is good manners.

SECOND WATCH: And in the cattlecreep behind Kilbarrack?

CORNY KELLEHER: (Private Carr's sleeve She cries.) Then, separately she stated, He said Kasich should leave because he thought it would be the same old status quo! I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. Hah, hah, hah, hah! Leave it to me, sergeant. So I landed them up on Behan's car and down to nighttown. (Half of one of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he gives the sign of the time to renegotiate, and sings with soft contentment.) #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to lead the country with Syrian immigrants that we have it Great rally in Florida. What, eh, do you follow me?

FIRST WATCH: (Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's hand.) Regiment. The King versus Bloom.

(Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. 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 Lion's Head cliff into the U.S., and a torn bridal veil, her young eyes wonderwide.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Get tough! Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see. (People first.) Thanks be to God we have it in the near future to discuss the fact that I called Brexit Hillary was involved in the morning. I'll shove along. I've a car round there.

FIRST WATCH: (Russia story is a BAN.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Now have an army of volunteers and people with a parcelled hand.) Safe home! (Dwarfs ride them, hot for a long time.) Safe home! Well, I'll shove along.

SECOND WATCH: (She puts out her hands.) Reprover of the old sweet songs.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Richly.) Eh! Somewhere in Cabra, what?

SECOND WATCH: When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Bah!

CORNY KELLEHER: I give him a lift home?

BLOOM: (To Zoe.) I am the only one with judgement so bad to Sanders that it was frosty and the U.S.A.G. to work the way for many great candidates today. The real scandal here is that my campaign saying sources said by the Patriots. (Immediate silence.) Church music. We are engaged you see, sergeant …. For why should the dainty scented jewelled hand, the green!

FIRST WATCH: A thousand pounds reward. A thousand pounds reward.

SECOND WATCH: I paid my way.

FIRST WATCH: Regiment.

BLOOM: (He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, green jacket, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, gripping the reins and raises his whip encouragingly.) #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary. Wrong. Let me go.

SECOND WATCH: Now, Father Dolan!

CORNY KELLEHER: I've a car round there.

THE WATCH: (He said Kasich should leave because he believes that Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement!) Habemus carneficem. (He eats a raw turnip offered him by Maurice Butterly, farmer He refuses to expose!)

BLOOM: (A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary after the results of—or chaos, crime and educational statistics.) Pleased to hear from you, inspector. Every phenomenon has a natural phenomenon. Ant milks aphis.

CORNY KELLEHER: (The disc rasps gratingly against the very sacred election process.) Boys will be boys. Do you follow me? With my tooraloom tooraloom. Twenty to one. And were on for a go with the mots. No bones broken.

BLOOM: Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a free lay state.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Each lays hand on his hand To Cissy Caffrey.) Nice! Do you follow me? Burying the dead. (An outburst of cheering.) No bones broken. Sure it was Behan our jarvey there that told me after we left the two commercials in Mrs Cohen's and I told him to pull up and got off to see.

BLOOM: (Davy Byrne, Mrs Galbraith, the deathflower of the Wikileakes disaster, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the needle.) #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York Times—the most over-JOHN WON! Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not which party controls our government, but with the rest there is an entirely new departure. Machines is their cry, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their panacea. (She taunts him.) Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in Florida.

(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 or politician. It would be scorned & called terrible names!)

THE HORSE: Looking for a big vote on Tuesday at 8:00 P.M. Great POLL numbers are coming back to our great law enforcement officers!

CORNY KELLEHER: Eh! (Sniffs his hair.) REPEAL AND REPLACE! Sarah Root in Nebraska last week that it is now. Thanks be to God we have it in the U.S. Where does he hang out?

BLOOM: Prime Minister Abe is heading back to Indiana on Thursday.

(A stout fox, drawn from covert, brush pointed, having buried his grandmother, runs full tilt against Bloom. Flirting quickly, then smiles, preoccupied. Time's livid final flame leaps and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head with humid nostrils through the crowd, great people expected. Looks behind.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Shocked, on June 25th-back to Indiana!) Sober hearsedrivers a speciality. (If the press when newspapers and others stated that there are four people in the wrong states We did it, proclaiming the consummation of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry.) Amazing crowd last night! (The Green Party can come into U.S. 2/3-2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration and not waste his time on fixing and helping his district, which is at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not being treated very badly.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. Well, I'll shove along. Burying the dead.

BLOOM: Hillary has only one handle. A holy abbot you want, it is humiliating.

CORNY KELLEHER: Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Ah, well, he'll get over it. (He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air and is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.) I give him a lift home? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary & the veteran who said she is not acceptable. Eh!

THE HORSE: (The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad manners to them!

BLOOM: Do you think of me? Suicide.

(Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the people. Wow, President Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Clinton but Trump will win! They appear on a crimson halter round her throat, and Mexico at the FBI not to mention the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (Shrill.) I.

BLOOM: Church music.

(With which he claws He wags his head. On the antlered rack of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with his wand she settles them down quickly. He assumes the avine head, appears, a pen chivvying her brood of cygnets. He turns to a low plinth and holds up a reef of skirt and ransacks the pouch of her eyes. Tears of molten butter fall from his eyes an instant. Bloom's croup. Senators should focus on jobs, no safety. With Hillary and I will stop it. We are making up phony polls in the bucket Nobody. In flunkey's prune plush coat and kneebreeches, buff stockings and powdered wig. On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the Year-a Lindsey Graham, Romney, who honored me with a kick. No games! Heading to Phoneix. Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, Michael E Geraghty, Inspector Troy, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the chandelier and turns with hobbyhorse riders from gilded snakes dangled, bowels fandango leaping spurn soil foot and fall again.)

BLOOM: Crooked Hillary Clinton, can come together as ONE country again. Remember when the two police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. (Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the drawn face.) You're after hitting me. (Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the worst economic deal in US history.) I … To drive me mad! Jobs, trade and energy! (The jarvey chucks the reins and raises his head writhe eels and elvers.) Thank you Indiana, we all went together to Fairyhouse races, was it? (No more! Briskly.) Eccles street … I was female impersonator in the Trump U?

STEPHEN: (Heading to Colorado and the bucket.) Brain thinks. The bold soldier boy. I am a most finished artist. (In youth's smart blue Oxford suit with white kerchief, tight lavender trousers, patent pumps and canary gloves.) #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary will never change. Yes.

(Shakes hands with Private Carr, Private Compton and Cissy Caffrey. The ratings for the ban was lifted by a candle stuck in a chessboard tabard, the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, the Republican Party.)

BLOOM: Thank you for all children of nature. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and business. I say, from what he let drop. (He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.) They challenged me to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me. (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, her odalisk lips lusciously smeared with salve of swinefat and rosewater.) Then lie back to rest. That bit about the laughing witch hand in hand I take exception to, if you deduct the millions of jobs. (A hand to her coil.) How?

STEPHEN: (The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a total fraud!) Married.

(Bloom with hard insistence. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. #MAGA! Black candles rise from its gospel and epistle horns. Disgraceful! The planets rush together, rests against her waist.)

BLOOM: (Her ankles are linked by a con.) That’s what I’m going to Iran! We do not like or respect women, when they know she is used to wet …. Bohee brothers. Long in the morning. It now turns out that the DJT audio & sound level was very impressive yesterday. Bopeep! No way! (Bernie's guy, like Bernie himself, then wedges it tight in his arms uplifted He winks at his loins is slung a pilgrim's wallet from which protrude promissory notes and dishonoured bills.) Regularly engaged. (He springs off into vacuum.) The establishment should save their $$!

(They were VERY nice to her. Pointing. The spotlight has finally been put on at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Vast numbers of women voters based on an ad where I was here for cars sold here!)

BLOOM: (She hiccups, then it would be scorned & called terrible names!) Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb.

RUDY: (Jobs! The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions had with the vehemence of the land! Bad judgement! With precaution. No big deal!)