We hurried to the encampment of Buck Lee Arrogante and found him
reeling under the latest attack of epithets from V. Dalle; I
discovered that he hadn't summoned me to his camp at all; au
contraire, he aimed his rifle at me and while keeping me so covered,
proceeded in an attempt to bore me to death. As he prolixed on I could
see past him, in the distance across the gleaming sand. Buck Lee
droned onm imparting to us the knowledge of the ages; one by one our
men fell motionless upon the sand. "Do something", I pleaded with
Akimbo, "before we're all goners." Akimbo stepped forward and parried
in a word edgewise at the nattily dressed riff leader: "I know
something that you don't," said Akimbo. "Absurd", replied Buck
Lee. "Do too", said Akimbo. "Well then, what?" Buck Lee
condescended. "Your fly's open!" Akimbo cackled. Buck Lee turned blue
and lapsed into an embarrassment coma, burying his head in the
sand. Those of us left, fled for our mentalities. But how, how would
we ever reach the temple?
Orkie