The Fortress of Solitude

M (Also known as Dr.T, praise be unto him) reaches the summit of the small hill of ice and looks stoically at the dim distance. His Insignificant aide (Ia), meanwhile, struggles his way up the last few steps, his bones frozen by the arctic chill. The frozen wind howls past them as they stand on the summit, surveying the dim outline of the mountain that towers above the icy plain, obscured by the snow whipped up by the winds from the north.

Ia: What is it sire, what do you see with your minds eye?

M: --

A large chunk of ice breaks off underneath their feet and tumbles into the abyss below.

Solitude. M is lost to the universe. He breaks ties with all he knew to fly away into nothingness. A bitter sadness grips his heart, thick as honey. He feels himself fall, but there is no wind on his face. A blinding flash, and he finds himself walking the earth again. A new lease; one more chance to ruin everything.

party all night

A penny might masquerade as a dime for a while, but every coin has to meet its vending machine someday.

--M (also known as Dr.T, praise be unto him).

Under the bridge

Ia (Insignificant aide) is mesmerized by the exploding night sky reflected off the battered shells of sleeping giants. The behemoths lie motionless, oblivious to the ocean of colors that spews forth from the sky. It takes imagination to believe that these gentle giants will rise with the sun to fly to the ends of the earth, seeking treasure.

The moon seems to be engulfed by fire, as thunderous flashes of nationalistic colors melt into the gleaming underbellies of the large birds as they head home for the night. The fearless birds become a part of the fiery sky, and for a few short moments, they seem alive.

Ia turns to M (also known as Dr.T, praise be unto him).

Y: "What do you think it costs the city host this thing? Must be an expensive proposition, what with the expert pyrotechnics, the security, crowd control, and all."

M: "What the f**k have you been smoking, you hippie liberal faggot!? Where's your patriotism?"
M screams into the crowd "liberal hippie!!". The crowd roils into a frenzied mob, and Ia is lynched in a flood of blind fury. A happy independence day to you too!