Ch. 2: "Sure, as Hands of Glory go, this

Ch. 2: "Sure, as Hands of Glory go, this one is rather tacky, with all its pop culture rings." Grace Zabriskie wouldn't have been my first choice to play Marie Laveau, but somehow
all the other options left me uninspired. Bigger, better, faster, more! That's what I want! Not the brittle meanderings of a burnt-out has-been! This is Theater, I say! Now
go get me a real actor or you're FIRED!" Betty Lou came back six hours later with a fresh new face. A tall, dark handsome man with a Friedrich Nietzsche moustache- perfect for the
part of the dashing young dirigible pilot. The started filming the aerodrome scenes at first light. He stood proudly at the helm as the Hindenburg rose in morning mists. His love,
safely in the seat. He'd insisted his love wear the seat belt. "Safety first." He said and winked. The Hindenburg pilot checked both mirrors, he had his hands at 9 and 12
and then he started whistling 'Auld lang Syne'. The co-pilot leaned out the window and yelled:'Sandbags away!' The Hindenburg slowly started rising and now both pilots were whistli
ng the tune. Captain Pruss & his copilot both knew Führer wouldn't approved & winked at one another. When the Hindenburg rose above the fog of Frankfurt,the Captain offered a cigar
to his copilot; having slept through most of Chemistry class, he was blissfully unaware of the fact that the hydrogen which filled the Hindenburg was extremely flammable. He handed
a map to his copilot, when suddenly- "MY BRAIN!" Instantly were swarms of people jumping out of the woodwork and all yelling about their brains? He slowed the Hindenburg down.
Suddenly, there were Zeppelins everywhere! It was sooo peaceful! I had gone to a happier place to avoid the zombie daymare that had just ensued. I put the Hindenburg on autopilot.

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