The scroll case lay on the floor between

The scroll case lay on the floor between them. Fire in her eyes sang out to him. He couldn't decide what he wanted more. She did not have that dilemma. Her shuriken pierced his

dime bag and weed nuggets fell out. She smelled it and slapped him-HARD. "Brown weed?!?" She used her wrist spike to climb up the side of the building. At the top she put the weed

in a bottle rocket and shot it off - aiming at her ex-finace's penthouse garden. Bullseye.

And good thing, too, that he had fixed the bullseye in his penthouse garden. Ever since those rations had been dropped on it,

the crows had begun to show up, more and more numerous, like some eldrich horror, sometimes merging into each other at night, surrounding the penthouse with

a cloak of blackness. On the buttress of his highrise, he sipped from his snifter of port. The thunder boomed in the distance. Soon they would know the power that was "TRUMP"

He thought of cackling evilly, but then thought better of it and returned to his Penthouse. He took the express elevator to the TRUMP cave, changed weaves, and told Lashly to ready

see if he could do a loop-de-loop over the Grand Canyon with one hand tied behind his back and a good beer buzz. So he flipped off his Chief of Security, climbed into the JetCopter

and yanked on the stick. The copter went straight up and over the canyon. Witnesses on the mule trail later said they heard a voice shouting WINNING! as dropped past them.