[Written a year BEFORE 9/11. ~Ozzie]

The Renegade That Saved Lives

"That will be a bitter shame..."

M.J. Who?

Alfonso Denada

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"Hey boss let me tell you," said Billy and dared to approach Snakes who was standing and staring angrily at the projection screen, "I analyzed it. I understand they have access to the cliff on which the Storm Generator is installed. I guess the rebels stole all the gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Snakes didn't let him finish the sentence and threw Billy at the wall.

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL THEM REBELS!!! THEY ARE CRIMINALS!! THEY'RE INSANE!! THEY'RE TRAITORS!! THEY'RE SADISTIC ASSHOLES!! THEY'RE MANIACS!! !! THEY'RE DISEASED IN THE HEAD!! THEY'RE SHITHEADS!! THEY'RE PSYCHOS!! STUPID MORONS!! CRAZY MADAFAKAS!! SONS OF THOUSAND BITCHES!!! PIRATES!!--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---”

I won't tire you with the entire list... How long did it last? Well, let me just tell you this: when Snakes was done spitting out his database of "compliments," he was all alone in the ballroom. Beat-up Billy was the last to leave, closing the ballroom doors behind him.

Snakes was still standing in front of the screen, staring at it with the hateful gaze of the mentally deranged. In front of the top right camera he could still see several strange figures, like mockery faces. The stretched their mouths with their fingers, smiled at him with their faces upside down as if they were bending over the camera. For some odd reason they had thick blue lines around their eyes.

After a while the figures started walking away, rocking their booties like hula dancers and waving their hands in the air. The colorful lightnings in the sky painted the scene with happy party tones.

He could bear the scene no longer! He nervously walked over to the projector, tore it off its base and smashed on the floor. An then, he left the ballroom stomping like a crazed up bull.