The Banned Game

[jennymae]

The poor girl, Ms Jenny that was, could no longer cope with the advanced thoughts being thrown between the neighboring countries. She tried to comprehend the difficult words in the abundance of memoranda she had access to through her contra espionage services. One thing was the words, quite another problem was that she could not understand the metaphors and so forth. Ms Jenny needed straight forward texts telling her precisely what was going on. She worked hard to understand the last memorandum she had gotten access to. It was most likely written in Mosestaria, but what was a Marxist? Snake oil salesmen she was used to. She had stocked up a good bit of bottles purchased from salesmen who told her snake oil could cure everything, even a bad hair day. And what on earth was the importance of Mosestarian malady and anti Mosestarian passports? What did it have to do with snake oil in the cheeks?

“My lady”, her new chief of intelligence said tentatively, “it’s our understanding that the turmoil is a code system for describing what the author of the memorandum thinks about the pandemic, the vaccination programs and the restrictions on people not submitting to it”. Ms Jenny looked at him. “Nonsense, how can you extract that from a bottle of snake oil?” “It’s all about snake oil and some passports! Make sure this snake oil salesman is apprehended on arrival!” There, she showed him who was in charge. What a bunch of people, she had to do all the thinking for them.

 

[Lanolin]

Godmama Lanolin sent a text to Empress Jennymae

EJ would u like 2 join my new Babysitters Club? E Ruby too.
let me know, I am now Godmama Lanolin

 

[Lanolin]

The Jacques Costeau society were alerted to one environmental offender living in a secret hideout in Antarctica. A team of red beanied divers set up patrols and webcams all along the coast of Antarctica monitoring activity.

Is he like one of those, how you say, 'crazy hermits' preppers who stockpile weapons and canned food for the end of the world while at the same time contributing to its destruction?

If we approach him what shall we say? we do not want to cause offence or he will start throwing his trash at us.. He may be well meaning, but totally deluded as all preppers are.

After some thought, it was decided.

we shall invite him into our prestigious UCEP program. If he can read dense text, he will be able to understand our lifesaving mission.

 

[Moses_Young]

It was a Wednesday. "Ah, hump-day," declared Eagle Two. "Worst day of the week for the pizza trade."

"I thought that was Tuesday?" asked Eagle One. His words formed a statement, but his intonation at the end of his sentence made it sound like a question. "Hence, Cheap Tuesdays?" Eagle Three noted that Eagle One had done it again. Made a statement, which he asked, as if it were a question.

"Who's going to deal with Tommy?" asked Eagle Three. At least one of the clones knew how to ask a proper question, he commended himself.

"It's against all four pillars of medical ethics", explained Eagle One. "Since I'm a doctor, I can't. It would go against my Hippocratic oath." He held up his fake I'm-Not-Mosestarian passport, which now also indicated his fake degree in medicine.

Eagle Two nodded reverentially. "A surgeon! Very impressive brother," he commended Eagle One.

"It's not even real," Eagle Three exclaimed indignantly. "It's not like he went to university for years or anything..."

"I have something here in my palm that would suggest otherwise," smiled Eagle One, again holding up his fake passport.

"Brothers," interjected Eagle Two, "Let's have this debate another time. I have some repairs to make to my reputation."

With that, Eagle Two entered into the Incredible Tommy's Pizza Emporium.

"Can I take your order?" The Incredible Tommy barked at Eagle Two. Although Eagle Two had certain features distinguishing him from almost everyone except his fellow clones and the Great Chieftain of Mosestaria, most people looked alike to the Incredible Tommy, and Eagle Two went unrecognised.

"Uhhhhh..." Suddenly, the plan to wrestle Ruby's Pizza Empire back from the Incredible Tommy seemed more difficult to Eagle Two than he had previously envisaged.

If the Incredible Tommy was starting to scowl with impatience at waiting for Eagle Two to place his order, he was veritably infuriated by what happened next.

"I know you tried to murder Miss Ruby, and that you've stolen her pizza empire, and I'm here to wrestle it back from you!" announced Eagle Two heroically.

A look of recognition, coupled with a shade of worry, and finished off with a double-portion of fury flashed across the Incredible Tommy's face. Eagle Two also noticed his skin was changing to a much greener hue.

A brief battle ensued, and sadly, Eagle Two appeared to come off the worst for it. His final thought before blacking out was that he was glad it was the Incredible Tommy he had tried to wrestle the Pizza Empire from, rather than Miss Ruby herself, because losing a fight to Miss Ruby would have been even more humiliating...

Seeing their brother-clone in distress, Eagle One and Eagle Three quickly entered the Incredible Tommy's Pizza Emporium. Unfortunately, Eagle Three soon suffered the same fate as Eagle Two, given the Incredible Tommy's admittedly superior muscles and prowess.

Eagle One obviously couldn't engage physically, given his obligations with respect to the four pillars of medical ethics and the Hippocratic Oath, and the presence of other customers/witnesses prevented the Incredible Tommy from engaging a non-threatening potential customer.

Eagle Two and Eagle Three awoke some time later in a back alley, at the rear of the Incredible Tommy's Pizza Emporium, with Eagle One standing guard over them.

"I guess we're not going to wrestle that Pizza Empire back any time soon", lamented Eagle Three.

"Now I'll forever be known as the sissy-clone", whined Eagle Two.

Out of his pocket, Eagle One flashed at the other clones a I'm-Not-Mosestarian passport. But it was not a fake passport this time... On the first page, in bold letters, was clearly stated "Passport holder: The Incredible Tommy".

"But how..?" began Eagle Two.

"But what..?" continued Eagle Three.

"You, my brother," said Eagle One to the bruised and beaten Eagle Two, "are now the Incredible Tommy", he finished, handing his brother the passport. "While you and Eagle Three were busy engaging in physical combat, I was engaged in a more subtle type of battle."

"And now, brothers," continued Eagle One, "we have ourselves an appointment with a certain tyrannical and parasitic Premier - the wrong and dishonourable Marxist, McGown. Something about a certain Mosestarian who has been spreading Mosestarian Malady from his recently acquired Pizza Emporium, and using a fake I'm-Not-Mosestarian passport to get away with it. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm sure when we're done, someone will be paying a visit to the alligators for this lack of basic hygiene."

 

[Lanolin]

Aunty Rachel was cooking some eggs. The Moas had been laying so she made omlettes for breakfast, quiche for lunch and pavlova for dinner. Then she saved some to use in her hair and facemasks.

whaea Greenlips Hine crushed the eggshells and used them for the new vege garden that was growing outside the Beehive

Godmama Lanolin was pleased that her Moas were saved because they really did improve life for everyone. Next to bring back from extinction was maybe was the huia.

She looked up her list of endangered species. It was quite a long list. Kakapos, dolphins, whales, penguins, snails, kiwis, tui, black robins, seals, tuatara. At the very bottom was the Haast Eagle. It had a mean reputation though for eating children.

Hmm maybe not that one, thought Godmama Lanolin, glancing over at bub seeping peacefully in the crib.

 

[jennymae]

Eagle One made statements, which he asked? Ms Jenny sighed. Really made her homesick. That was how folks back in the Deep South, where she was originally from, was speaking. Oh, sweet home Alabama! Maybe Eagle One was originally from down home too? What exactly was a Southern belle’s business in Jennymaesia? She recollected sweet summers of cotton picking on her grand folks cotton farm. Nay, she hated it back then, but y’all know how time sweetens a memory. Then she g’nite a’livin’ left it all for some too big for her britches queen dom awl cattywampus from where she belonged.

Why she ever go over yonder? Proving some provincial point? That rednecks could rise to prominence?

Good Lord, why you ain’t bringing me back home, she was praying for when days got lonely. Why you keep tellin’ me to orchestrate this facade? Take me back home to my Southern skies and the sweet breeze of the South. Preferably before my neighboring countries declare war on me. Amen!

There! Her prayer was once again sent up in the general direction of God. This time He had to listen…and make amends!

 

[Lanolin]

Keisha Castle-Hughes and Mrs Hairy were stuck up the skytower.
The electricity had gone out and Keisha was preparing to bungee jump down and land on the casino.

Mrs Hairy this is turning out to be a much better movie than waiting for a man to save us! We get in on the action. Dont you agree? We dont need no Tarzan.

Ms Hairy grinned showing off her choppers. She had improvised a swinging bungee cord that she had learned in the jungle when she was a babe. It was just a question of where to tie it.

Its a pity there are no wise men in this movie, said Keisha. When I played Mary in the Nativity, three of them came to see me. They also bought gifts. They said they were for the baby, but I took them to the gift exchange and gave my son a pet donkey instead. I mean what can you do with gold, frankincense and myrrh?! Do you have children Mrs Hairy?

Mrs Hairy held out 3 fingers. And then another 3.

Six?

Mrs Hairy nodded.

Where are they? Are they still living in Shittimstan?
Mrs Hairy let out a terrible wail..

 

[Lanolin]

Fiddle-dee dee. War war war. This war talks been spoiling every party this spring! I get so bored I could scream! Complained Scarlett O'Hara on the Lanovision

It was movie night at the Beehive. Wheaa Greenlips Hines needles clicked away, she was now knitting a baby blanket. Aunty Rachel fixed the popcorn. Baby had fallen asleep in the booster seat on the sofa.

They were watching Gone with the wind, Godmama Lanolins pick. She wanted to watch a chick flick for a change. Also apparently Aunty Rachel had never seen it before or read the book, so she had no idea what was going on.

What war? and why is she going out with twins? Isnt that a bit weird playing them off aginst each other like that?

shh said whaea Greenlips Hine heres the good part. Mammy appeared on the screen and told off Scarlett for not having her shawl on her shoulders and being rude. Scarlett ran away to find her Pa, who also told her off and said she had to marry someone, but NOT Ashley Wilkes.

Scarlett pouted, used to getting her own way.

what good is Tara? Plantations dont mean anything to me...

what do you mean to tell me Katie Scarlett O'hara that Tara that land doesnt mean anything to you? Why land is the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for. For land is the only thing that lasts!

 

[Ruby123]

Miss Ruby as she was now known by was enjoying her own little island that she had affectionately named Eden Island. She was discovering more and more of it as she ventured out. She worked out that at one stage this island must have been inhabited by others as she came across four huts that were fully stocked with everything a home would need. Outside of one of the huts was a sign that read "Gilligan's Island" She assumed this was the name of one of the previous occupants.

She transferred all the items from the four huts back to her cave on a couple of elephants she befriended on the island. She set about for the next week redecorating her cave. Although not as flash as her Ruby palace back at Rubyland this cave was strangely cosy and comfortable and had everything she would need including a "type" of pizza oven for her to make her favourite form of junkfood. The pizzas that she made now were far superior to her pizzas back home, mainly because of the freshness of all her ingredients that grew on the island.

At this stage the island was full of every fruit and every vegetable that ever existed. It seemed to just grow on their own and she did not have to fend off pests. She occasionally thought about Rubyland which was now ruled by the creep Hulk. Apparently he shed his disguise as the handsome Mr Hulk the faithful bodyguard of the ex empress to who he really was, a tyrannical green hulk that oppressed the population of Rubyland. Ruby felt sorry for her people. The only way to escape the oppression they were experiencing was to escape to another one of the neighboring countries.

As she made her way to her favourite lake with its own waterfall she couldn't wait to jump in. So relaxing to sit in the warm waters and admire the beauty around her. It was her thinking spot where she thought about her next moves. She realised she needed to thank the three clones that saved her from the vulture doctors that were keen to extract her organs. She thought to send them a basket full of goodies that were grown on her island with a note of gratitude. She also added a few watermelon lip gloss's that she made herself from her island grown watermelons mixed with coconut oil. It was to repay the sissy clone whom gave her lip gloss when she had none.

She made her way back to her cave where she started to prepare the basket for the clones and lastly penned them their note. It read "dear clones, thankyou for saving my organs from the vultures of the medical hierarchy. Whichever clone decided to dump me on this island, it seems to have worked out for my good. In fact it was seven times better than what she had before. Please find a selection of my finest home grown fruits and vegetables and an extra little surprise for sissy clone" She signed it Miss Ruby. She whistled for her faithful raven that she named "Albino" and he immediately flew over. She gave him instructions, fed him a couple of pizza's for his long flight and waved him goodbye.

Although missing having some human contact she was well pleased with her new life on her beautiful Eden Island.

 

[Moses_Young]

When the clones entered the wrong and dishonourable Marxist McGown's office, they found the disgusting creature hiding under a desk.

"Save me! Save me!" he pleaded in a pathetic manner.

Marxist's newpaper and television buddies had painted the picture that Marxist was the most popular ruler since Empress Ruby declared every fourth Monday a public holiday with free icecream and bubblegum, but of course, Marxist and his chums weren't renowned for their honesty. Another mate, the recently deposed ex-Grand Poobah who also happened to be son of the infamous Scott Morris, was already in all manner of hot water for secretly appointing himself to at least 5 different ministries.

Truth be told, Marxist's media buddies worked overtime censoring letters to the editor which were less-than-complimentary to Mr McGown, editing out the numerous video evidences of his public eggings, and trying to garnish public support for the beating and imprisonment of veteran geezers who weren't afraid to call a parasite a parasite. So far, the media buddies hadn't bothered to explain the reason that so popular a premier needed a 24/7 police guard to protect him from the people who purportedly loved him.

"Save me!" the pathetic voice bleated again.

The clones looked away. Eagle One himself worried that this situation might be even more awkward than the one involving the Incredible Tommy.

Suddenly, Marxist's secretary burst in. She was a petite woman, and armed only with a thick book - a register of complaints made against the Premier.

"If you want to harm the Premier, you will have to deal with me first!" she exclaimed bravely.

"Oh, we don't want to harm him..." Eagle Two began.

"What my brother means to say," interrupted Eagle One, "is that our business here is to report a serious crime relating to Mosestarian Malady, not to harm... anyone... or... anything..." Eagle One had struggled to find an accurate term to describe the Premier, that didn't also convey his feelings of disgust.

Another figure stepped out from behind the shadows of a bookshelf, without introducing himself. "Mosestarian Malady, eh? That does sound serious. I hope you gents have had all your snake oil shots?"

Eagle One nodded. "Yes sir," he answered, lightly slapping himself on the behind for effect. "Not only I did I have my four mandatory jabs, I've managed to procure myself some bottles of snake oil, and I drink it every day for my breakfast."

The Commissar of Police, for that is who Eagle One had recognised him to be, nodded respectfully, but with a degree of suspicion. "And so far, you have noticed, no, errrr.... ill effects?" the Commissar asked.

"Oh, no sir. Safe and effective, sir! A snake-oil a day keeps the Malady away, so they say. Well, that is, so the Ministry of Truth says. And to heck with those meddlesome doctors and scientists who suggest otherwise, eh? What would they know compared to the government?"

The Commissar nodded again, still suspicious. "Quite..." Although Eagle One's recitation of the propaganda was excellent, the Commissar noted that his health seemed to be much better than the drug habit he admitted would suggest...

As the hideous creature underneath the desk slithered out and into a chair, with the parasitic McGown in tow, Eagle One explained how one particular Mosestarian, by the name of Eagle Two, had taken over a Pizza Empire without his I'm-Not-Mosestarian passport. "When my brothers confronted him about this clear breach of public hygiene..." Eagle One gestured at the bruises and damages his brothers had sustained at the hands of the Incredible Tommy.

The Commissar shook his head. "The selfishness of some people... That Mosestarian has probably afflicted the entire district... He's a mass murderer, if you will..."

"He also said that if everyone did as he was doing, the Premier would have no power!" lied Eagle Three, for dramatic effect.

At this, Marxist's host organism writhed angrily, and the Commissar of Police hit an angry fist against the desk. "Then I see no other option!" he declared. "This Mosestarian Eagle Two must be made an example of. He must be fed to the alligators!"

 

[Lanolin]

They got up to the part in the movie where Scarlett vowed she would never go hungry again.

More popcorn? Asked Aunty Rachel as the Max Steiner orchestral score swelled.
No Im good, said Whaea Greenlips Hine.
I could do with a trumpet. said Godmama Lanolin. Peppermint chocolate please.

Aunty Rachel rolled her eyes. Just because I was in the Trumpet ad, doesnt mean I have a lifetime supply.

Whaea Greenlips Hine and Godmama Lanolin were shocked. WHAT?!

 

[Lanolin]

Godmama Lanolin was still reeling from Aunty Rachels revelation.

What you never got paid in icecream for all that publicity?!

Well no, and I wasnt eating icecream it was actually mashed potato. Otherwise it would have melted in front of the cameras.

Huh. Well to tomorrow morning Im going to call Tip Top and rectify this. You should be honored for your contribution to Lanolinlands milk and honey industries.

Whaea Greenlips Hine wondered what about the greenlip mussel farmers of which she was still ambassador of.. But she didnt say anything and filed the thought away for the New Years Honours list.

 

[Lanolin]

come on Mrs Hairy it cant be that bad, Im sure whoever it was that took your babies is looking after them said Keisha. She made a mental note to get on to Auckland Zoo when she got back down to earth.

Look, we'll jump out of the skytower, and we'll go to the casino, and we'll have a girls night out on the town. Looks like its just this lift thats not working. What do you say? Besides it would be a shame to waste your best clubbing outfit.

Mrs Hairy signed OK.

Keisha smiled. Besides I just know I am going to win in the game of Last Person to Post wins.

 

[Ruby123]

Miss Ruby sent a secret note to sissy clone that she had delivered by Albino her faithful raven to him when the other two clones were not present. She had some trust towards the sissy clone but was still not sure about the other two. The note read that she wanted the sissy to break into her Rubyland palace and search for her clothes and shoes. He was to fill up as many bags as he could and deliver them to her on Eden Island. In return he would get 3 months worth of her home made watermelon lip gloss. It seems that he was interested as he returned the note saying “agree”

The sissy clone dressed in black climbed the wall of the Rubyland palace until he came to an open window and slipped inside. It seems he had entered the office room and could hear the Hulk’s footsteps approaching. Her palace was now squatted by Mr Hulk and his harem of Hulkettes . Sissy clone hid in the cupboard but left it slightly open to see and hear what was going on.

Mr Hulk was dressed in his green pyjamas and it looked like he was ready for bed. “Be there in a minute” he yelled to his hulkettes. Sissy clone shuddered. Sissy clone could not believe what he saw next. Mr Hulk removed his disguise and it revealed who he truly was. He was non other than Mr McGowan. It seems Miss Ruby had hired a handsome bodyguard whom she later learnt was a green hulk who also was Mr McGowan the tyrannical snake bite enforcer. Sissy clone whinced at the discovery.

Mr McGowan made his way to bed and sissy clone slipped out of the cupboard and filled as many bags as he could with Miss Ruby’s clothes and shoes. He also grabbed her laptop and mobile with all of their leads and shoved them into a bag. He figured this would speed up the communication he had with her instead of waiting for Albino the raven to hand deliver the notes held in his beak.

He slipped out of the palace and made his way back home, eager to tell Miss Ruby of his discovery. It seems nobody knew the truth, even the wicked Mosestarian leader. He was in a quandary. Does he tell his Chieftan first or warn Miss Ruby. He knew the chieftan wanted her dead and was afraid that this would surely happen if he did not warn her. He decided to catch a plane to Eden Island telling the other two clones and the chieftan he needed some rest and relaxation at a retreat.

 

[Moses_Young]

Executions - especially executions by alligators - were extremely drawn-out processes in Rubyland. On the morning of the execution, the executee had to have a full medical examination - the number of times the alligators had been poisoned by a malicious executee eating a tainted breakfast his final morning was more than the Commissar of Police could count. Then, a vet, or preferably, a contingent of vets to reduce the likelihood of bite-injury to each individual vet, had to inspect the alligators' teeth. There is nothing more cruel and unusual than a prospective executee being fed to blunt-toothed alligators. But of course, before the vets could conduct their duties, an Occupational Health and Safety Inspector had to ascertain the risk, and declare that the likelihood of an innocent vet being inadvertently eaten by alligators was significantly less than that of the executee. The punishment was supposed to deter would-be wrong-doers from becoming executees, not from becoming vets. And if lawyers became involved at any step of the process, things usually got so incredibly complicated and expensive that the event was usually postponed until another day.

The clones had stopped at a nearby cafe for a brief refreshment, with the intention to head down to the Incredible Tommy's Pizza Emporium to watch the action unfold when the Commissar of Police finally had put his arrest warrant paperwork together. The Commissar had explained that because Marxist was skating on pretty thin legal ice with respect to using his emergency powers to dictate that citizens be thrown to the alligators, he needed a team of lawyers to generate so much paperwork in association with an arrest that the defence lawyers wouldn't have time to finish reading through all the documentation in order to compile a defence, prior to the execution being carried out. That way, even if the defence lawyers were successful, the citizen wouldn't be breaching any more of Marxist's dictates ever again. The fact that executions by alligators were extremely drawn-out processes in Rubyland didn't make this task any easier.

"What is taking Eagle Two so long?" complained Eagle One. "He went to the bathroom ages ago. What is he doing?"

"I think he's cleaning himself up after that bird... declined to use the restroom", answered Eagle Three. "Wasn't it a seagull? It seemed pretty clever for a seagull - almost like a crow. But it was definitely white."

"Well, it's been almost an hour, so I think there's a problem", Eagle One finally exclaimed, after a long silence. "I'm going to see what's wrong with him."

As soon as he had said this and before he stood up, his phone started ringing. Eagle One looked at it in bewilderment. "It's Eagle Two... What's he doing, phoning me from the bathroom?"

"He's still got a long way to go to outgrow his sissy nature, that's for sure," noted Eagle Three.

"Eagle One speaking. What's your status, Eagle Two?"

"Uh, hello there, big brother. Well, I have been feeling a trifle ill, so I've decided to take a vacation..."

Eagle One looked at Eagle Three worriedly. Something was clearly very wrong. And that's when they noticed the basket full of goodies that grown on Eden Island, with a note of gratitude, that had been delivered by the white crow.

 

[Ruby123]

The sissy hung up and made his way to the airport holding many bags. The other two clones finished their lunch together and made their way back to the Mosestarian headquarters. They explained to the chieftan that sissy clone needed a vacation and the chieftan sighed with disgust.
Sissy clone landed on Eden Island and made his way to Miss Ruby's cave carrying six full bag full of clothes and other goodies. "Who needs a gym he thought. These bags weigh more than the weights I carry at the gym" he groaned. Happy to not have to carry these bags anymore he knocked on the cave wall. Miss Ruby who was busy making some fresh pizzas was surprised to see him.
"Sissy clone, welcome" she said giving him a quick hug. Have a seat, you are just in time for some fresh pizzas."
Sissy clone sat down and grabbed two bottles of champagne he grabbed from the Hulk's/McGowans mansion.
"Here" he said to Miss Ruby, "your going to need this" he stammered. "I have some news that you will not have expected"
Miss Ruby took the glass of champagne and sipped it. Sissy gulped it down in less than a second. Miss Ruby did the same, she knew something was coming.

 

[Moses_Young]

Back in the secret Antarctic Mosestarian Fortress, the Great Chieftain was grumbling to his long-time, loyal ally, Tzipora, the Zapovian Warrioress.

"These clones you created are defective!" he complained. "Eagle Two is... how to put it nicely... ... ...somewhat of a sissy!"

"Perhaps it's the accident, you know, soon after he came out of the test-tube?" suggested Mordecai helpfully.

The Chieftain scowled.

Tziporah smiled sweetly. "Oh mighty Chieftain, I think even your clones, whatever percentage likeness to you they may have, will always struggle to live up to your mighty reputation."

The Chieftain's scowl lessened somewhat.

"Perhaps Eagle Two is having some sort of personal issue?" Tzipora continued. "He may need our help."

The Chieftain nodded. "That must be it. Let's turn on the International Spy Vision and see what's wrong with him."

 

[Lanolin]

The next night, since Gone with the Wind was so long, the Beehive had another movie night showing the rest of the film.

Aunty Rachel couldnt get over what a manipulative B Scarlett O'Hara was. Oh but she always gets her way, Look! Scarlett had ordered Mammy to make a dress out of her old curtains.

Whaea Greenlips Hine laughed. Green is her colour oright. But Vivien Leigh was so beautiful, she could wrap any man round her little finger.

Godmama Lanolin asked Aunty Rachel if she would like to read the book when the movie was over. I can lend you my copy.

um

Its 1036 pages. I am sure you can handle it.

 

[jennymae]

Ms Jenny was pondering the events that had taken place in the last few days. Her brain was being close to a meltdown, but a couple of lady magazines brought her back to the real world, or rather the real world of the magazines. She wondered why her favorite actor was divorcing her favorite actress. Not that she complained. Bachelors was funnier than married folks. A famous rock band had scheduled a concert in Jennymaesia. Maybe she ought to do like the Finnish PM and party all night long with them?

The fact that the sissy clone had travelled to Eden Island was intriguing. They might had gotten off on the wrong foot whenever meeting the first time, but she could really use a male friend who wouldn’t be hitting on her. Too bad he was probably in cahoots with the Chieftain, and now Ms Ruby. She had to hand it to Ms Ruby…she had been trigger happy about befriending the sissy clone. Good work, Ms Ruby, she said out loud to herself enviously.

The Marxist regime currently in charge of Rubyland was displaying some eccentric capital punishments. Vets, health care and even guaranteeing that the gators teeth were penetrating the skin of the condemned men swiftly and correctly. Interesting. In Jennymaesia they just threw them into the bayou where the gators were. The gators didn’t complain. The Marxists probably was anthropomorphic. Typical city slickers. Even long tailed rats were entitled to civil rights now in the rest of the world. Luckily she’d banned lawyers and civil rights so the prosecution didn’t really have to prove anything beyond a reasonable doubt. Being the suspect was a clear indication of guilt. The judges were fine with that. For security measures she’d banned juries as well. Laymen was to stay away from legal matters.

The Secretary of the Treasury was worried, he informed Ms Jenny. Her Queendom was almost bankrupt. He had some ideas about how to prevent bankruptcy, though. If they fined people squeezing skeeters they would make about $10,000,000 a year. A ban on killing bugs using your car would be fined $1,000 per bug. A trip to the nearest filling station could easily raise $50,000,000 per person. “They have that much money?” Ms Jenny asked. “No, and when they can’t pay they will have to work for the government until they’ve paid their dues”, the Secretary of the Treasury giggled. “Which is never, hee hee.”

Ms Jenny put her 73 IQ SD 15 brain to use. “Can we invade a rich country and be looting their stuff?” The Secretary sighed.

 

[Ruby123]

Sissy clone had polished off both bottles of champagne himself and at this stage had no control over what he was saying.
"I never did fit in" he said to Miss Ruby tears welling up. "They say it was because I got dropped on my head after I was cloned. They have never treated me as normal"
"You seem to be the only normal one of the Mosestarian clan" Miss Ruby replied. "Perhaps they all were dropped on their heads" Miss Ruby continued.
Sissy clone chuckled.
"What is it that you want to do with yourself Sissy" Miss Ruby enquired.
"Well I have always wanted to learn the ropes of a makeup empire much like the one Miss Jenny ran" the sissy answered.
"Well that is what you must do. Dont go back to the Mosestarian headquarters but catch the next flight to Jennymaesia and get a job at her makeup empire. You may have to start at the bottom but with your natural flare and interest in the industry you should be able to work your way up the ladder quicker than most" informed Miss Ruby.
Sissy clones face lit up and after he had sobered up caught the next flight to Jennymaesia to get himself his dream job.
Miss Ruby waved good bye. She enjoyed Sissy's brief visit and was glad he was finally doing what he had always wanted to do.
"Keep in touch Sissy" she waved and with the final wave the plane took off for Jennymaesia.
Miss Ruby made her way back to her thinking lake where she usually sat and planned things.
Hmmmm she thought, what's next on my agenda.