Augury

Extrapolation

Scene: Lucretia Borges (that infamous clamper and founder of The 3rd A) and Alexandre Dacusse (looking about impatiently) -- both bellied up at local Bronx watering hole. Camera holds on the street corner, momentarily bare, a pleadingly flat shot. Eventually, a figure emerges, then two. They appear to speak.

(smoking a cigarette that is thin, in the european style, unlit)

Borges: "Well, you could, to be sure, chase the whole issue back to free will and what not, but don't you think that's a rather pedestrian attempt to camouflage the obvious religious symbology behind such universal occurrences?"

(still attached to his dumforqu, it's mechanical carapace causing slight discomfort, easily shrugged)

Dacusse: "Umm, sure. How's about another round? Can you spot me one more? Ahh, I seem to be low on cigs...."

"I'm made of fire." screeches the ballooning tremor of the Nigerian taxi driver, his head, his race, his intention, bald. Blinking, Dacusse: "Is that some kind of hallucination?"

Lucretia, lifted inches from the pavement, eyes the size of Jefferson's Dimes

You ditch me? What are you doing that tub shit gets annoying -- Johanna.

See Also

• Geomachy
• Ritual Murder

Desiderata

The ancient Mayans based battle plans on the placement of seeds inside ritually sacrificed melons.

Good luck!