http://www.votemayor.com/?p=233Elected Command: “Yesssss.”“Yesssss.” spittles out Sammy, the large hand releasing his slender throat instantaneously.
Slumping down, coughing aloud, Sammy comes face to face with the soft lump his second-hand Mafioso dress shoes had banged into earlier. The contorted visage of Uncle Gonzo ghastly stares back, mouth agape, drool running down his pudgy cheek.
Sammy tries his best to look away, but the eyes freeze him stone cold. Bloodshot, dilated, and rolled nearly back into his head, Gonzo appears entirely lifeless.
“Is he dead?!” crackles Sammy.
“Even worse. Poor.” acknowledges The Smoker.
“Awwwww… A fate worse than death.” says Sammy, regaining his footing.
The Smoker, with his back to the young man, stares into the moonlight, muted by the thick chimney clouds. Finishing off the last of the last cigarette, The Smoker flicks the lit butt onto the kitchen stovetop. A roaring flame immediately ignites from the central burner, drenching the cramped kitchen into a flickering glow.
Before Sammy stands The Mayor.
“Apologies for my rash actions, impoverished citizen. May I ask if you recognize me?” inquires The Mayor, drawing closer to the open flame.
“Name’s Sammy, and can’t say that I do, pal.” states Sammy, inching backwards as the large frame of The Mayor becomes fully apparent.
“Neither did he.” laments The Mayor, shoving Gonzo over onto his bulging gut. The Povertoid remains latched deep into the Mafia Boss’s neck, happily suckling away.
Sammy jumps back further, defensively readying the dinged bat.
“What the crap crappity crap crap is that crap!?” points Sammy, eyes as wide as ever.
“Gonzo proclaimed these jelly devils to be ‘Povertoids’. After their rambling attack upon our beings, I valiantly hauled the rotund Uncle away. ‘Lil fiends carry a nasty sting.” recounts The Mayor, slowly rubbing the backside of his own neck.
“Wait, wait. There’s more of these ‘tings?! How’d you just up and walk away?” asks Sammy.
“Because my impecunious compatriot, I’m The Mayor.” boasts The Mayor, arms crossed. “Gonzo’s affluence slips away with every moment. Let’s see what beggared stock you’re made of, Sammy.”
Commands: 1. Bonk! Uncle Gonzo.
2. Bonk! Povertoid.
3. Bonk! The Mayor.
4. Retreat to the sweet embrace of Sister Mister.
Voting ends in 48 hours.
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