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!