Enough of this!

==[The scene: A dark, cavernous hall atop an old stone castle. Little lamps high on the towering walls try feebly to light the dark that seems to be waiting to creep down upon M and his two aides. M sits on his cold throne, low to the ground, and looks out upon the endless hills, wet with the rain from the grey sky that has been weeping for as long as the elders can remember.]==

M: Who's responsible for this mess?! (tm)

Insignificant aide: The mob has lost it, sire. Its a f***ing massacre out there. They are baying for your blood, senor M (also known as Dr. T, praise be unto him) .

M: Who starched their underwear?

Insignificant aide (Ia): I cannot say, sire. Some of them might not have the luxury of wearing any undergarments.

M: Screw them, I say! Gas them all! Bring out the agent orange, my man. And jump to it!

Ia: We are running rather low on agent orange, O esteemed leader. We might be able to gas a few, but most of the scoundrels will run free; or worse still, they might terminate the gasser in their irrational rage.

Whiny aide to Insignificant aide (waIa) : Walmart has a sale on agent orange this week. You can save three dollars on a couple of gallons. More if you return the container.

Ia: We do not have an atomizer.

Spineless aide (Sa): Can we do this another time? I need to pick up the kids after school. My wife's working late this evening.

M: Enough of this nonsense! I will quell the mob myself. Bring me my Blackberry! and...

==[Ia and waIa scramble out into the darkness and return with a Blackberry. M types furiously as the raindrops come heavier and distant thunder seems to blow a cold draft into the room. M blogs on as the clouds darken. He hits the "post" button, and, the skies begin to clear. The patter of the rain on the window panes gives way to the chirping of little birds. The blue burns the gray, and the sun blazes across the grassy hills. The mob finds softer underwear.]==