The swampy pit is now a veritable lake. The Earth's crust breached, giant rocks adorn the edges of the water. The only sign of life is the neon yellow vests operating CAT and surveying the work with poised grunt. Not a snapper to be seen. A golden mess of straw lines the muddy edge. I had almost forgotten what that lighting could look like what with our onslaught of gloomy days. The neon vests are almost done covering up their mess. My entertainment will come to an end. I suppose there is always the news... If I want a more dismal source of occupation. Would you rather be a snapping turtle with your mucky home unstuck? Or would you rather be governed by the squalid few who ignore their people gone amok?
"The band of evil LEGOs are in hot pursuit! Assume your positions!" Raphael of the TMNT commands. "Take the high ground! Arm your weapons, speed meditate if you must, but then be on guard. We don't attack first, but we won't let them win," Sgt. Halo adds. "Hey, you're not in charge," Raph comments. Dust from the Mega Blok vehicle makes Sgt. Halo sneeze. "Quiet!" Raph snarls. "Sorry..." Sgt. Halo mumbles. "Shhh!!!" the entire team forcefully shushes, exuding spittle onto Captain Mom's glasses. Unnecessary, she thinks to herself. ( Captain Mom whispers to First Mate: What do we do when the LEGOs get here?) (First Mate GLARES) (CM: What?) (FM gives a PROLONGED GLARE) (CM's eyes shift from side to side) (FM: I ALREADY TOLD YOU! WE ATTACK!) (CM: Right, right, right.) "Here they come!" Sgt. Halo screams. "Arrrrrrrggggghhhhh!" yell the miscreants aboard the LEGO car. They sound a bit like G...
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