Gangs of 2214

M (also known as Dr. T, praises unto him and his divine seed) and Ia stand proud on the glistening cobblestones this morning. As the early fog is swallowed by the morning sun, they see them: their tattered clothing dyed with blood, their open wounds festering with plump maggots, and their faces keen to feast on whatever walks in their path.

Insignificant aide(Ia, curses unto her) moves back an imperceptible step, while M stands steady. Ia's back tightens, her hair stands on end, and she is ready for battle. She knows, she has heard from M's divine wisdom, of the horrors these illegals unleash upon unsuspecting children of self-respecting people. She has heard of the slithering children they bear, little monsters that leave a child all but dead in the dark. She has heard how they feed on the very earth till she runs dry and bare. She has heard of their foreign tongues, ones that spit forth tenacious curses.

"Not today", M whispers resolutely under his breath. "You will not take from me what is mine. I have worked this land since time was young."

Ia: "Sire, you are brave. Your courage lends me courage. Have you really worked on this land that long?"

M: "Of course, you ignorant fool. My grandfather chewed on someones digits and eyeballs for this land. Some silly animal-name fellow, all ruddy and with feathers in his long hair."