Drumming on. Wake up.

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The Peters petered on. Their newsboys leapt out of their pouches, eager with the newest copy of Dances with Danger. Or How Now, Brown Cow.

News, excerpts, interviews, biased toward…chaos.

The streets went up in flames, as the Roo News Cycle made its rounds insatiably.

Citizens rioted. Hopping mad.

Meanwhile, they were protesting ideas.

And ideas hadn’t fought back.

But minds were closing, along with fists.

On the celestial plane, George looked upon the festering body of the dragon he had slain, fallen across the land, and marvelled at its penchant for corruption.


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