#only guy who could out yap him is dan

[forgetmenoct]

pj i love you but you Quite Literally have a degree in yapping...

[mako-doodles101]

Yo got any of your own bootheng/henghill hcs to share with the class? 👀

WAH- HELLO YES I DO???? WHDBNE

BUT BEFORE ANYTHING

(these headcanons are all purely platonic cause I genuinely prefer to think of them like that ngl :))

N E WAYS BOOTHILL AND DAN HENG HCS:

Yes I know I made a whole art about how boothill carries dh whenever he could but like lemme emphasize that this is only a Boothill Privilege™

Dh showing him something in his book: "so you see bla bla bla-"

Boothill who couldn't be bothered to kneel to Dan Heng's level: *scoops him up*

Dan heng:....

Dan Heng: you know you could hold the book if you want

Boothill: nah

Dan Heng: ...fine

On the other hand Dan Heng would absolutely deck any other person who tries to carry him in anyway shape or form (caelus he is looking at you)

Alright listen Boothill used to be a dad and Dan Heng grew up in the shackling prison with no contact whatsoever so what I am saying is boothill found out Dan Heng likes dad jokes and uses that knowledge WHENEVER

*boothill and Dan Heng investigating something and boothill sees stairs*

Boothill: Ya know.... I never trust stairs....

Dan Heng: ....what?

Boothill: ....cause they're always up to something

Dan Heng:

Dan Heng: *snort*-

It makes boothill always proud whenever he can pull one if these

Boothill actually knows a lot about machines and stuff (cause... Y'know) and sometimes yaps about them to Dan Heng

Dan Heng actually took interest in this sunject and records whatever boothil says if it wasn't already recorded in the data bank

(Dan Heng fell asleep once hile boothill was talking about them but only because he was too sleep deprived and hasn't slept in days and boothill is nice company)

(boothill wasn't mad, in fact he was quite pleased the guy finally slept he looked dead on his feet)

After boothill leaves Dan Heng sometimes even goes to welt to ask him about stuff he doesn't understand concerning machines and welt happily explains them which causes some bonding moments cause found family stuff is my JAM u-u

Boothill knows how to play a lot of instruments (guitar/ harmonica/ ukulele/ etc-) (i don't know most instruments forgive me 😔)

He taught Dan Heng how to play ukulele at some point

Whenever boothill visits he just grabs Dan Heng and leaves and no one is phased at this point

*boothill visiting the express and tb greets him*

Tb: are you gonna stay here for a while?

Boothill: I'd love yo, mate but I gotta get something real quick from the express and then maybe I'll stay for a whole

Boothill: *gets into the parlor car*

Boothill: *gets into the archives and rumages a bit*

Boothill: *gets out of the archives with Dan Heng on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes* Well, I'll be right back!

Tb, hemiko and welt who got used to this: sure!

Pompom, also used to this: BRING HIM BEFORE DINNER!

March, who still DIDN'T get used to this: .....

March doesn't get payed enough for this

Dan Heng actually doesn't KNOW a lot of swear words (he knows the basics lol) so sometimes boothill says a swear that doesn't fit into what Dan heng knows so he goes the data bank to look up for what boothill meant

Hemiko found out about this one day and she gave boothill A Discussion™ about how to not use so much colorful language around the others

Boothill shudders everytime he remembers said Discussion™

Aight I think that's actually all I have for now teehee~

[b1adie]

Hi there Adri, I hope you have a good day!

So I saw that total cutie Blade on tiktok and looked up his lore on Wikipedia but it's completely confusing to me, I know basics of hsr lore like mara or aeons cause my roommate rambles about it 24/7 but I don't play this game yet and roommate doesn't care about Blade so they ignore all his voicelines etc...

Came to tumblr to find out more and I saw your blog in tag + in your faq you stated you don't mind lore questions...

So please ignore it if you don't want to answear but could you explain to me Blade's lore more or less?

I'm so sorry if I came out as pushy, I know it's probably a complicated lore and a lot to write about but even watching cutscenes on yt didn't make anything clearer while I feel like this guy could make me play hsr... Sorry for anon, I'm a bit shy.

no prob, i’ll try and explain his story as simply as possible!! and.. add a tldr cuz i know im gonna yap

im sorry the tldr got long too. here.

TLDR was TL, DR: craftsman/blacksmith human named yingxing that became cursed with immortality while participating in a fucked up resurrection ritual for one of his friends. was killed thousands of times til he became mara struck and forgot his past human life. got picked up by the stellaron hunters cuz their leader apparently knows a way to permanently kill him and he wants to die so bad. he didnt know his name but he has a cool sword so they call him bladie. he’s old and he apparently has a valid drivers license and obeys traffic laws but he cant play video games because he keeps stabbing himself in the hand.

iffff you have any further questions you can ask ^_^

TLDR; he was. regular human who was taken to the xianzhou as a child after abominations of abundance destroyed his home world. he picked the name yingxing there. he grew up to be a master craftsman and was incredibly skilled and confident, even considered arrogant. since he was a short life species on a ship of people who would live like 700 years longer than him on avg, they found him lame and annoying, but he was better than all of them at making shit so they had to give him the title of Furnace Master cuz he won it. then at some point he became a member of the high cloud quintet, made up of him and 4 friends (jing yuan, jingliu, dan heng’s past incarnation dan feng, and a foxian girl named baiheng). they fought abominations together and were considered legendary and told about in stories. but, baiheng was killed in battle, and dan feng wanted to revive her. he asked yingxing to help him. the revival went wrong and turned baiheng’s remains into a fucked up beast and also cursed yingxing with immortality. jingliu had to put the baiheng monster down, but she loved baiheng so much and having to be the one to kill her mutated corpse like this drove her to become mara struck. she killed yingxing with the sword he made for her, and then again, and again, killing him thousands of times, until he too became mara struck and forgot his life as yingxing entirely. then the stellaron hunters found his miserable ass in the woods somewhwre and said hey grandpa come with us and we’ll kill you for good. and he was like damn okay if you promise. he didnt know his own name and said he would be more use to them as a weapon than a Person, so kafka started calling him bladie and he didnt object so now he’s called blade. he doesn’t think of that as his name though, he still refers to himself as “the unnamed.” but like, he’ll answer to it out of convenience i guess.

OKAY NOT SHORTENED VERSON.

he was born a regular human on a planet that was soon taken over by the borisin (basically immortal space wolves that brutally kill humans). he was the only survivor of his family and sitll a child. he was taken to the xianzhou zhuming and taken under the wing of their arbiter general, huaiyan. (so like, basically the jing yuan of that ship). he took on the name Yingxing there. he became an apprentice craftsman because the xianzhou is very well known for its forging and craftsmanship. he was always generally overlooked or sneered at due to being a short-life species, which of course meant he could never accomplish as much as any of the long-lived xianzhou people. he was wildly ambitious, though, often described as proud and arrogant, mentioned to have stayed awake for days at a time engrossed in his work. xianzhou natives attempted to sabotage his work by deliberately giving him defective or poor-quality material, but it never held him back. despite all the adversity, he became the Furnace Master, the highest title a craftsman can hold on a xianzhou ship.

when he was still a young kid, he’d met a foxian girl named baiheng. they met again some years later, along with jingliu, the champion swordmaster on the luofu, jing yuan, a young cloud knight and her apprentice, and dan feng, the high elder of the luofu vidyadhada. they all hit it off and became very close friends. yingxing forged special weapons for each of them, and the five fought against the abominations of abundance. they became known as the high cloud quintet.

they had a great time for many years, but the rest of them were all going to outlive him by centuries. they Should have, at least. baiheng was killed in battle, having done so protecting them in some way (distracting the enemy or interrupting them i believe?). dan feng decided they should take her remains along with some cursed abundance flesh and try to resurrect her. he convinced yingxing to join him in his wacky little plan. yingxing was like 70 by then hauling his old ass to go do some scary ritual.

they tried to resurrect her and did bad. instead of baiheng, they created a cursed dragon beast that started wreaking havoc and killing people. jingliu arrived in time to put the beast down. but. she was very, very close with baiheng. like obviously its not outright spoken canon, but they were basically married. so killing the mutated beast made from her wife’s corpse caused her to become mara struck. she killed yingxing as he stood in front of dan feng.

but! due to him fucking with that cursed abundance flesh during the resurrection, he came back to life. (and also got like 40 years younger apparently). jingliu took him with her somewhere and used the sword he made for her to kill him thousands of times, until he too became mara struck and forgot all memories of his life as yingxing.

then she kind of just dumped him in the wilderness somewhere or he escaped and went to the wilderness somewhere. he didnt know his name or anything, just that every part of him was constantly in agonizing pain and he could not die, despite badly wanting to die so the pain would end.

one day while he was out there, kafka and samfly showed up and tried to get him to join the stellaron hunters. he was mara stricken and batshit crazy thought so kafka had to shoot him to death and have samfly hold him down while she used her ability to calm his mara. she told him their leader knew a way to kill him permanently, and would help him reach this goal if he joined them. and he was like oh well in that case sure. she asked him his name, and he said he didn’t have one. (even in his internal monologue, he only ever refers to himself as ‘the unnamed.’) he told her he was more of a weapon than a person, so she was like. ummm.. okay. i’m calling you bladie. and he just let her do that and now everyone calls him blade

[sapphire-weapon]

It's so funny and weird to me that all of my comfort characters would be utterly despised in real life. I can yap all day about Leon, his mindset and explore all of my feelings through this fictional character, but christ on a bike, both og and remake would catch a fist. He's incredibly irritating and we would clash so, so bad.

Dude, this is so real. If I were to meet OG Leon at any point in his character arc, I cannot convey to you guys in words how little I would want to do with/be around him. I could probably smell the desperate loneliness being fueled by testosterone and I'd be like "get him the hell away from me, I don't feel safe."

Remake Leon is a little different. If I were to meet RE4make Leon right now, I'd probably get on with him pretty well. Like, legit, we would probably be pretty good friends because we're both at the same vibe of "dude fuck this" and we probably have a very similar taste in music and movies, and I wouldn't ever get the feeling of "he's just trying to fuck me" off of him because he hates himself too much.

But like. RE2make Leon... lmao

RE2make Leon would've probably been in my friends group in high school and college because we were in the same scene, and it would've gone one of two ways:

1: He'd be the guy on the very fringes of the group who only really came around for parties and shit, and so every party I'd turn to my buddy Dan and be like "dude he's not fucking coming is he? that guy sucks, he's got no fucking balls." and Dan would be like "dude you just haven't given him a chance. I'm telling you, that guy has more balls than me and Cannoli combined. Real shit, I've seen him..." and he'd tell some story about Leon and I'd tune him out because I don't like the guy and don't care (but Dan would be right and I'd have never given him a chance to begin with and am just judging him from his general quiet/awkward demeanor).

And then every once in a while I'd get to a certain point of being drunk and I'd look at him and go "why does he have to be attractive and suck so bad at the same time?" and my buddy Mike would tell me to just wrap a flag around his head and do it for Old Glory. And I wouldn't. But I'd think about it real hard.

Everyone in my friends group was either referred to by a nickname, just their last name, or their first and last name every single time. I'm torn on whether he'd be "Leon Kennedy" or if we'd have given him a nickname -- but he'd probably be first and last name. (I was "The Jew" in case you were wondering.) If he ever graduated to having a nickname, it'd probably be in reference to how pretty he is, and I could see us using the "Ken" in "Kennedy" to reference a Ken doll, and his final nickname would just be K-Doll. (We also had Cannoli and J-Crew and Crazy Eyes and Gay Dan (different from regular Dan) and Polish Mike. And then there was Joey Tomatoes, who killed a guy with a samurai sword... See, this is why I say that there's no way that Leon is canonically from the NY/NJ area. He does not at all have that very specific NJ grungecore flavor.)

2: I would've discovered him first and thought he was attractive and dated him for like five weeks before I got bored of him and dumped him, and then he'd float in the ether for like six months to a year before the rest of the group adopted him. And by then it was no big deal for us to hang out in the group setting because we both know that the only reason why we even dated in the first place was because I was after that d and I got it and now we're all moving on.

I WAS KIND OF A HUGE SLUT IN HIGH SCHOOL

[aftgandotherbooks]

First time Neil cries in front of the foxes- Kevin

After Abby took Kevin to see Wicked (she wanted Kevin to have interests outside of Exy and History because it was getting sad to watch), Kevin became a musical theatre nut. 

He’d ended up taking most of the foxes (Aaron refused to go) to watch musicals with him as a form of ‘team bonding’.

For example, he’d taken Matt and Nicky to watch Lion King and all three boys were sobbing when Mufasa died, and Nicky and Matt were both trying their best not to sing along to Hakuna Matata.

Another time he took Nicky alone with him to watch Cats the musical. Nicky for some reason could not sit still and pay attention at all during the whole performance, but proceeded to scream-sing ‘memory’ non-stop the following week until Andrew threatened him with a knife, saying “sing that song again and you’ll never make a sound from your pathetic wind pipe again”.

When they found out Kevin was recently into musical theatre, Dan, Renee and Allison dragged him to see Waitress the musical (it was the second time the girls watched it live, they watched it the first time at the end of their first year as a way to ‘form a closer bond’). Kevin actually loved it, he even teared up during “she used to be mine” performance, claiming it reminded him too much of his own mum having to go through it all by herself. 

Kevin once even ended up dragging Wymack to see Hamilton. After the show, Wymack refused to admit it but, he had the playlist saved on his Spotify and played it all the time when he was alone. In fact, Abby caught him quietly singing ‘Alexander Hamilton’ while he was doing his laundry, completely memorised. 

After months of begging, Kevin finally convinced Neil and Andrew (much to his annoyance) to see was Wizard of Oz with him. Neil only said yes because Matt and Nicky kept going on about how musicals are a ‘must do’, and that he should experience it at least once in his life.

Well, they were certainly right about that. Neil was transfixed at the performance for the whole show, and couldn’t stop yapping about how the Cowardly Lion was based off of Kevin and that Andrew would be the most epic Wicked Witch.

That was, until Dorothy had to leave the Tin Man, The Lion and The Scarecrow to go back home. 

Neil was whispering in Kevin’s ear the whole show, so when he was quiet for too long, Kevin was sure Neil must have fallen asleep. 

So, Kevin took a quick glance over to the side Neil was sitting to check, and… Well Neil wasn’t asleep

In fact, Neil was hunched forward, hands resting under chin, eyes and mouth wide open, completely and utterly transfixed. 

But what shocked Kevin the most were the tears Neil had to consistently wipe as they quietly fell down his cheeks.

Kevin couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the performance. He was too busy trying to understand why Neil of all people would be tearing up at a show as innocent as Wizard of Oz.

This was Neil. The guy who never even twitched when they watched his father cut a man into pieces. The guy who barely reacted to Seth’s death. The guy who didn’t even shed a single tear at the motel at Baltimore or even after, even though he went through half a day of torture and faced traumas the Foxes wouldn’t even be able to think of. 

After they left the show, they went to Sweeties which was only half an hour away from the theatre. Kevin kept glancing at Neil to see if he was okay but Neil was back to his normal self, albeit quieter than usual as soon as they left the theatre. Andrew was stoic as usual, and when asked, he bluntly said that the show was ‘boring’ and that he fell asleep halfway through (he wasn’t, he loved it. He thought little oblivious Dorothy reminded him of Neil, the whole ‘found family’ trope too ironically similar).

From what Kevin could gather, later when he was lying in bed reflecting on the day, was that Neil must have associated Dorothy leaving his new friends behind with the Foxes all eventually graduating and leaving him behind over the next few years. 

Kevin could relate. 

In only the year the team started getting closer after Neil and his bullshit arrived, he had no idea what he would have done if he didn’t have Matt and Aaron to play video games with after their afternoon practices. Nor did he know how he’d have coped without Nicky’s ability to keep a conversation going, whether one-sided or not in social gatherings when Kevin was too tired to talk. And he for sure doesn’t know how he’ll have cope when the girls are gone in a few months, abandoning their traditional Wednesday night ‘Queensday’ sessions full of facemasks and gossip. He’d been relying on the foxes too much to stay sane while he slowly weaned off his reliance on alcohol. He could only imagine how Neil felt.

The next day, Kevin, in an awkward attempt and being comforting, confronted Neil. 

“Hey Neil, you know we’re all going to stay friends after we graduate right?” Neil widened his eyes and stuttered out “what?”. Kevin huffed and said “we do have phones for a reason. And you know even with our ‘generous donations’ to the Moriyamas, we’ll still have more than enough money to visit each other multiple times a year. That goes with the others too. Just because we won’t be seeing each other everyday doesn’t mean we stop being there for you. You do understand that right?” 

Neil, still wide-eyed, nodded. “Um, yeah. Thanks Kev” He then looked down again and quietly said “Yeah, I just thought… Well I’m sure you’ll all be so busy with your lives-” Kevin interrupted that instantly with “No Neil. We’ve all been through too much shit together to just ‘forget’ about you. And even if you try to cut us off, that’ll never work. Nicky is too persistent for that. He’d track you and Andrew down and drag you both up to Germany with him and lock you in a room to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t ignore us again.” 

Neil chuckled and looked back up at Kevin. “You saw me cry yesterday didn’t you?” 

Kevin blushed as muttered “yeah”

Neil nodded and said “I needed to hear this. Thanks Kev, it’s… it’s still hard for me to understand that I have people who actually care for my happiness”. Neil then smiled and nodded at Kevin and turned around and headed to Matt’s room.

[dramaphan]

Fuck it live reaction

•the little Dan pop ups while I wait for it to start are annoying but I did giggle at “not much longer before I ruin what’s left of my career by exposing what really goes on in my head” buddy what are you talking about

• the intro is… uh.

• oh we’re on the floor suddenly alright okay coolcoolcool

• oh my god

• actually fuck it I’m gonna do a count every time he tries to act single: 6

• god I hate that jacket

•Dan you’ve been out for two years genius

• oh fcuk alright is this the cry part

• commitment issues counter: 1

• I was gonna make a comment about the straight people shoutout but then he blew a kiss and it broke me STOP IT

• Dan it’s pride month can we lighten up a little

• so we’re in his brain and each door is a moment he didn’t feel proud okay we guessed this

• I have some fucking feelings about Dan always telling stories about himself and saying shit like “this will traumatize me but it might help you lol” like can we cut that the fuck out maybe

• “I’m just the subject of some sad charity advert” then leave

• door 1 door 1 door 1 fear I’m afraid fear fear

• oh fuck it’s him there he is!!! My favourite white boy!!!

• I hate the acting. All around hate it

• I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to what’s happening right now

• Phil entered the brain through door 1 and exited through a different door is this going to be significant

• like should I be looking for symbolism in this thing

•a pop star what???

• we’re backstage on tour now. Which tour who knows

• why am I anxious

• who are theeeyyyy?????

• are these real phannies or paid actors

• the redhead telling Dan off yes queen get his ass

• through the help of Tumblr??? Which one of you is a tattletale

• oh man what fucked up thing has Dan tweeted lately that I can blame on this

• I’m in love with this redhead ma’am hand in marriage???

• this is kinda fun

• name them! Shame them!

• it was granny wasn’t it

• we’ve heard about this girl a couple times now I wonder if they still talk

• TEA NAOMI ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

• DO IT PUSSY DO IT PUSSY

• I love these guys I still can’t tell if they’re actual fans or not but fuck what a bunch

• oh

• oh???? Return of the dil head???? I didn’t think I’d be right about that

• new door pride parade outfit let’s goooo

• oh there’s an upstairs to this door go up there dan shh stop yapping go up the stairs

• this thing actually is way more Dan centric than I was expecting it to be

• where are we going now I wanted to go upstairs 😠

• sing break

• I’m skipping over the musical number sorry will

• I think I’m blacking out this whole conversation I just cannot pay attention can we go upstairs yet

• Dan looks like he’s gonna burst into tears dude are you good

• we’re really not gonna go upstairs are you kiDDING ME

• now we’re opening the door Phil left through time to find out if that meant something or if I’m a phannie freak

• couldn’t afford a llama we could see? That’s just floating eyes

• turns out I was a phannie freak

• last door lights weird fear

• now we’re going back in the tour door??

• we’re in. Hollywood.

• wait is Tyler Oakley the guy we like but want to stay away from nice

• realizing I have not laid eyes on Tyler in a long time who is this guy

• I’ve always really liked Dan and Tyler’s dynamic this is fun I’m having fun

• “it wasn’t a secret that I had a secret” is probably the best way to wrap all of that up in a neat little package

• “people see you liking a tweet from somebody and they think there must be something there” looking directly at you, phannies

• Dan came out a completely different door??? Am I the only one keeping track of the doors???

• final door final door fuck hell fuck

• oh fuck OFF

• fuck off fuck off fuck off

• thank god we left I’m not ready for that either

• oh the brain is gone we’re just on the floor now

• oh god there’s a ghost in the room

• “you’re a woman” “all the sensible people are” YES BITCH

• Dan’s fairy godmother is the smartest person in this video so far

• Dan… getting strapped by his fairy ghost. Alright

• aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

• I’m so uncomfortable with the aura coming off teenage Dan as played by grown up Dan this guy smells

• are we ending it here???? Please say something funny you can’t leave me with THAT

• looking for Phil owowowoowoOW

• THERE HE IS AGAIN!!!

• I’m nervous I’m shitting nervous shitting

• Phil sent him back through the llama door

• there’s a guitar and a baseball bat on the table when he’s talking about doing things he wants to do??? Carrie Underwood era???

• WRECK IT ROOM WRECK IT ROOM

• there’s something funny about him destroying things like the piano and the all black wardrobe as if we don’t know that he’s going to continue to make those things his personality

Alright it’s over final review: it was way better than I was expecting actually. Still wouldn’t consider it a “””Dan video””” but it’s at least content which is more than we’ve gotten in over 3 years so beggars can’t be choosers I guess. Not bad. Decent use of an hour of my time.

[let-me-write-shit]

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There was no use in dwelling over Harry right now. It seemed silly to even want to cry, considering Paul, who was seated across from her, was literally fighting for his life. Who was she to cry over a boy that had no interest in dating her? Her problems seemed minuscule to the real tragedies happening all around her. The four of them finished up dinner and when they had finished, Carol whisked their dishes away to wash.

“I should get Zoey over to her mom’s to change now so I can get to the bar in time,” Michael called, standing up, “We’ll meet you there later?”

“Yeah, go on. We’ll see you there,” Paul nodded from his seat at the table.

Being alone with Michael wasn’t as awkward as she thought it’d be. His old, beat-up red car, which usually reeked of stale cigarettes, now only had a lingering scent that was hidden behind the sweet smell of moonlight breeze Gain car fresheners. He explained to her how he’d quit smoking a month ago and it was going well. The twenty-minute conversation to her parents’ house didn’t seem forced like she expected it to be. And he hadn’t once made a pass at her. Maybe he finally moved on.

When she led him into the landing of her parents’ house, her mom’s voice rang out, “Zoey? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I’ve got Mikey with me!” she called back, urging him on.

She could hear her mom’s voice sing his name from the other room and they both shared a look, knowing that Michael was about to be trapped in the endless tirades of Mary. Zoey giggled watching him drag his feet in the directions of the living room, leaving her to go change.

“Hurry,” he quietly urged before he rounded the corner.

She had managed to take up her luggage that morning, so she made her way towards the bedroom, noticing Katie’s bed neatly made and the lights still off. Her car was in the driveway when they arrived, so she must be in the living room with her mom. 

Rummaging through her suitcase, Zoey grew more frustrated, feeling silly. All of her clothes were new and were geared more towards her life in LA. Her wardrobe had changed along with her personality and she felt like if she walked downstairs wearing any of these clothes Michael would see right through her and think that she was an imposter.

She had no choice. She didn’t fit into Katie’s clothes and there was no time to go shopping. With a sigh, she slipped into a straight, spaghetti-strapped, white dress and paired it with white sneakers and a jean jacket to make it look more casual. She ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair, looking at herself in the reflection of Katie’s mirror, finally embracing her new look. This was her. It took years to feel comfortable in her own skin and she wasn’t going to let her insecurities ruin that.

Zoey bounced down the stairs and towards the living room where, sure enough, Katie sat beside Michael, both listening to Mary blabber on about how sorry she was to hear the news of Michael’s dad and the trauma he and Zoey have experienced already. Zoey would have felt embarrassed for her mother’s constant and unwanted reminders, but Michael was used to it having had Mary in his life for five years now. He knew she meant no harm from it and had grown enough thick skin by this point to not pay it any mind.

“I’m ready,” Zoey announced, walking into the room.

“Where are you going?” Katie asked curiously.

Michael stood up, “I have a show tonight at Slyfox. You can join us if you want.”

Before Katie could respond, Mary interrupted, chuckling slightly, “No, Katie’s too young to go.”

“But I’m eighteen! And Zoey will be there!” Katie countered, eyes pleading, but to no avail. Her mom wouldn’t budge.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Michael roughed up Katie’s hair, “maybe next time.”

Zoey always appreciated how Michael treated her younger sister and tried to include her in things, even though it usually got shot down by her parents. Zoey had tried talking to her mom about loosening the reins on Katie a little bit, but the conversation clearly hadn’t done much. At least she started college soon. Her freedom was only weeks away.

“You nervous to see your old coworkers?” Michael asked as they loaded back into the car.

Zoey, shrugged, “A little. But I miss them.”

“Well, the guys are excited to see you,” he said, mentioning his bandmates, “I think Dan is bringing Becky, so you’ll get to see her, too.”

Zoey smiled. Becky was Dan’s girlfriend. The two of them have been dating since right around the time she and Michael first got together. Becky was a sweet girl, but shy like her sister. The two of them had gotten along really well, hanging out during their band rehearsals and attending their little shows together. Zoey liked to think that she had helped Becky come out of her shell in the beginning. 

“Listen,” Michael started, his tone a little hesitant as he scratched the back of his head, “I think I should warn you, in case you hear it from any of the guys, but, uh...I’m kinda seeing someone.”

“Oh?”

She had been anticipating this conversation. She knew the day would come where Michael would have moved on and started dating again, but honestly, it threw her off guard. She was happy for him, don’t get her wrong, but there would always be a part of her that still loved Michael. They had been through a lot together for nearly five years and she was so close to his family. There were so many plans and expectations within their relationship that they never got to carry out. They had talked about kids and marriage and buying a house together, and it ended before either of them could accomplish any of it. She wasn’t hurt. She’s the one that ended things, after all. And she didn’t regret that decision, either. But it still left her a little sad. It was the ending of an era.

Michael rushed to explain himself, his tone still the same. She could tell he was trying to ease into it, afraid of hurting her feelings, “It’s nothing serious, yet. But, yeah, I just thought you should know.”

Zoey turned to look at him, grinning understandingly, “I’m happy for you. You deserve it.”

Michael smiled back, nodding. She could see the relief wash over him as his shoulders relaxed. It’s weird - being back in this car with him. There were so many memories involving this car. A stain on the upholstery of her seat from when she accidentally spilled hot chocolate after a spontaneous midnight Wawa run. Warn out stereo buttons from the endless song skipping they did on their long road trips to the Poconos. A dent in the dash from when she had kicked it a little too hard in an attempt to get to the back seat. The number of times they had car sex in the back was, admittedly, a bit ridiculous. 

It started pretty early on at the beginning of their relationship. They met at the Slyfox. His band was playing a gig while she bartended. His friends dared him to ask her for her phone number, typical young kid shit. Then it turned into them sneaking away during break to have sex in his car. She’d always come back in, hair disheveled, trying her best to act nonchalant. She had an inkling everyone knew what she was doing, but no one said anything. Not like Andy would. Andy had no problem calling her out.

They had their fair share of fun during their relationship, that’s for sure. And Jess liked him, which only furthered her appeal for him. Jess, as kind and personable as she was, was very protective over Zoey and the men she dated. Having fun was one thing, but if you were going to make it official, it better be a good guy. It wasn’t often that Jess approved of the guys she dated. It could have been why Zoey held onto her relationship for so long. She always had a feeling that she was destined for something, or someone, else. But Jess liked her and Zoey loved his family, so why bother ruining that on a nagging hunch? 

She knew now that she was right. They were destined for something else. It was proof enough that she needed to listen to her instincts more. Which is why she tried so hard to listen to her instincts when trying to cut things off with Harry. Ever heard of the saying ‘If you care about something, let it go. If it returns, it was meant to be?’ It wasn’t a test for Harry. He didn’t get brownie points if he shot her a random text saying ‘Sorry. Let’s date.’ But, to her, there was some sort of truth in the statement. She knew how much she cared about Harry, romantically, and platonically. Harry was, in every literal sense of the word, her soulmate. She knew it to be true very early on in their relationship. 

Zoey honestly believed that this hiccup that was happening between them wouldn’t last forever. Things may not end up the way she wanted; she might not ever get the chance to be with him on an intimate level again. And she was okay with that if it meant just having him in his life. But he needed to be ready. Emotionally, he still didn’t know who he was or what he wanted to become. He needed to figure that out himself. She had no doubt in her mind that he would return to her one day. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not a year from now. Maybe not even ten years from now. But one day, he’d be back. She had to believe that. She needed to believe that. Otherwise, she just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Pulling up to the bar filled her with the biggest sense of nostalgia. When they walked through the door and the aroma of liquor and greasy food hit her, a smile instantly formed on her face. Everything still looked the same as it did the day she left. Lighting so dim that it took a minute to adjust, old tables and chairs scattered throughout the building, a poorly wiped down bartop with early 2000’s hits playing loudly over the speaker, patrons scattered around loudly yapping at each other. She saw the wall of framed pictures with workers and various ‘famous’ people, who weren’t all that famous to begin with, but noticeable enough. She noticed one framed picture that stood out from the rest. It wasn’t quite in the center, but close to it. A framed picture of Jess smiling and holding up a bottle of beer with light-up necklaces and gaudy party hats amongst the rest of their coworkers, Zoey standing right beside her, with an edited banner at the bottom that read ‘Jessica Lewis. Rest In Peace.’. 

Zoey remembered the day that picture was taken. It was New Years a few months before Jess died. Their boss had gathered everyone together to take a picture for their Facebook page to advertise discounted drinks. Jess was in the center because of course she was. Everyone loved him. 

“Zoey?” she heard the familiar booming voice of Dan, Michael’s friend, and the singer of their band. She turned and smiled seeing him and the rest of the guys in the band walking towards her. “Holy shit, I almost didn’t recognize you with your hair down. How have you been? You look hot!” 

Zoey laughed, giving him and the rest of the boys hugs. Dan was always very blunt, as were the rest of the guys. Before she could respond, Zach, the drummer, joked, “Not here to waste your time on this loser again, are you?” he backhanded Michael on the chest with a smirk.

“Absolutely not,” she laughed, bantering, “I live in LA now. I’ve got a city full of D-list celebrities at my disposal.”

Suddenly, she heard a screeching echo from behind the bar and turned to see her old coworker, Riley, jumping over, “Shut the fuck up! Zoey? What the hell are you doing back here?” She ran, practically tackling Zoey into the wall with such force that a framed fire exit picture came crashing to the ground. Riley paid it no mind, however, as she was too busy admiring Zoey’s hair and outfit. “Fuck! What’s in the LA water? You look so good!”

After seeing the commotion that Riley caused, more of her old coworkers had realized who had come in and they all started running over to greet her, welcoming her back with warm hugs and compliments. Michael and the guys had excused themselves to finish setting up while Zoey made her way over to the bar so that she could continue talking to her friends while they worked, laughing, and exchanging old stories while they caught her up on what’s been going on at the bar.

She felt a presence standing behind her and she turned to see Becky, a nervous grin on her face. Zoey’s eyes lit up and she stood to pull her into a hug, “Becky, I missed you!” 

“I missed you, too,” she muttered, smiling wider. “I was wondering when you’d come back to visit. Wish it was on better terms, though. I’m sure Paul was happy to see you.”

Zoey nodded solemnly, “It’s hard to believe it’s real, you know?”

“I know, he’s a good man.”

It didn’t take long for the boys to finish up their tuning before they were finally introduced and began playing. Monday nights were always live-music nights at Slyfox in an attempt to draw in more business. And it worked pretty well. The first half of the night was always slower, but the crowds usually started pouring in around 9 PM and you could always be sure to see the same groups of people coming in. 

Eventually, Michael’s parents had gotten there. They always did their best to attend any performance of their son’s, always having been supportive of his hobby of music. They knew all of the songs, singing and dancing along. Zoey always admired their parenting and knew that if she were ever given the chance to be a mother, she would want to be just like them. 

Listening to the band play brought Zoey back even more. She felt like she was reliving her memories at this point. The only reason she wasn’t entirely warped into this false sense of reality was because Jess wasn’t there. It just didn’t feel right being here without her. The familiar chords of a slower song began playing. It was a song that Michael had written about Zoey in their first year of dating, and to this day was still one of the favorites amongst the crowd. It wasn’t cheesy or too romantic; just about seeing a pretty girl from across the bar. But it was a tradition for Paul to dance with Zoey to this song.

Instinctively, the two turned to look at each other and Carol smiled, knowingly, as Paul struggled for a split second to stand up, “I’ve got to dance with my girl,” he grinned, holding a hand out for her.

Zoey grinned, taking his hand as he led her a few feet away at the edge of the crowd of people before she turned and put a hand gently on her waist while the other continued to hold onto her hand. Paul was a tall man, towering over her a good eight inches. She rested her head on his chest, bonier than she remembered it being. But it eased her tension to hear his heart beating strongly in his chest. She thought, for a moment, maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe he wasn’t dying. A man this good and this kind couldn’t be taken from them. But she felt his weight beginning to bear down on her, becoming too tired to stand for much longer. She felt angry and upset. Why was this happening? It wasn’t fair. 

“You alright?” she whispered, trying not to sound too concerned.

His voice replied, more strained, but confident, “Yeah, I’ve got a strong dance partner.”

The song ended and Zoey led him back towards his wife who urged him to sit down while Zoey shared a quick look with Michael. He nodded, seeing the worry in her eyes, and she knew that he felt it, too. 

Harry hardly got any sleep that night, and by the next morning, he had practically downed a quart of coffee at his mother’s house for breakfast with her and Gemma, the words from the fight of last night repeating in his head. He analyzed every tone in each word he spoke, infuriating himself. He was better than that. He knew he was. For years he has been handling tough, hard-hitting questions with grace and ease. Why was it that he struggled when it came to his own intimate relationships he got flustered and spoke out of his ass? Almost every single thing he said he didn’t mean. Why was it so hard for him?

Zoey was right. She had never been anything but open and honest with him. There was no reason for him to feel like he couldn’t tell her any of what he was feeling. He didn’t need to worry about hurting her feelings because she was the most understandable person he knew. He was so caught up in being afraid that he was going to lose her, that he pushed her away. What kind of idiot did that make him?

He wanted to call her back or text her, but he didn’t know what to say. An apology seemed pitiful. He couldn’t seem to find the right words to express just how regretful he was. And he still couldn’t figure out everything he was feeling enough to give her an answer to her question. He cared for her so deeply that hearing the silence on the other end of the line just about shattered his heart. And waking up this morning to texts from everyone but her only made it worse. 

He wondered how her night was with Michael. She said that she had no intention of getting back with him, but he still found himself wondering if he had pushed her back into the arms of her ex. He knew how strong of a relationship she had with his family, it was certainly possible. He needed to stop thinking this way. He needed to stop assuming.

“Now, I know you don’t have jetlag,” Harry’s mom, Anne, spoke after placing her cup on the table, noticing Harry’s exhaustion, “Rome is only an hour difference. What’s the matter, darling?”

“You look like you got dumped,” Gemma teased, unknowingly.

The look on Harry’s face must have hit both women at the same time because their eyes widened in realization and they shared a glance before Anne spoke again, more softly, “Is it that Zoey girl?”

“Mom,” Harry warned.

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” Gemma spoke.

“We weren’t.”

“Well did something happen in Italy, then?” his sister pressed. When Harry didn’t answer, her eyebrows raised and a smirk began to form, “It did, didn’t it? I knew you liked her!”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure she hates me now.”

“What happened, dear?” his mom asked, placing a hand on top of his.

Harry sighed, slouching more in his chair, “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Well, maybe we can be of some help,” his mom offered.

Harry hesitated, taking a moment to decide before taking a breath. Why not? “It’s my fault, really. Things happened in Italy and they were great. But then she asked where our relationship was going and I panicked and said I didn’t know and accused her of still wanting to be with her ex-boyfriend because she flew home to visit him.”

“Why is she visiting her ex-boyfriend?” Gemma asked, her face screwed up in judgment.

Harry winced, covering his face with his hands, embarrassed as he explained, “Because she found out his dad is dying of cancer and has three months to live. And she’s extremely close to him.”

The girls gasped. He didn’t need to look up at their faces. He knew that the judgment they had for Zoey a second ago would be shifted onto him. And his intuition was correct as he heard his mom breathe his name in disappointment, “Oh, Harry.” He looked up to see her eyes filled with sadness, almost pleading, “You didn’t.”

He groaned, throwing his head back, “I know. I don’t know why I said it. She’s the one that broke up with him in the first place. I just panicked!”

“Well, why did you panic, you idiot? You obviously like her!” Gemma urged, as though it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

“You know how hard dating is for me!” Harry defended himself, “It’s a lot more complicated than just liking each other.”

“Darling,” Anne spoke so evenly that she made everything sound so simple and plain, “It’s okay to be worried. We know your life isn’t as black and white as most people, and that’s okay. But you remember how it feels to lose a loved one from cancer. Remember Robin and Johannah? Remember how hard that was for you? All she needs is someone who understands and someone who can be there for her. Not the added pressure that you put on her.”

“I know. I messed up,” Harry groaned into his palms, “I don’t know what to do. I really don’t want to lose her. I’m just…I don’t know. My life isn’t easy to keep up with.”

“Do you care about her?” Anne asked.

“Yes.”

“Then don’t you think she can decide if she can keep up with you or not?”

“....yes.”

“Then tell her, you idiot!” Gemma smacked him.

“What if she’s still pissed off at me? What if she doesn’t want anything to do with me?” he stressed.

Anne shot her daughter a look of warning before calmly explaining, “Darling, you both clearly care about each other. She might still be upset, but I doubt she’d be unwilling to talk to you. You don’t have to jump into a relationship if you don’t want to. But you should be honest with yourself and her and have a conversation about what you really want out of it. If you just want her in your life as a friend, then tell her. But if seeing her with someone else is upsetting you that much, then maybe you should give it a try. All I will say on the matter is that you seemed genuinely happy when she was in your life. Just be honest with her. Lay all of your feelings out on the table and go from there.”

Harry took a breath, letting the words his mother said to sink in. He needed time to gather his thoughts. He needed to figure out everything he felt. He looked at his phone to see the time. It was 9 AM in London.

“It’s too early to call her right now,” he said, “It’s only 3 AM.”

“Don’t call her! Go to her!” Gemma threw her hands up.

“Honey, he just flew back home. He can just Facetime her or something.”

“Mom, it’ll be more romantic if he flies to her!” she shot back, turning to Harry, “Just go to her. You said you visited her family before. Do you remember where they lived?”

Harry sat up, intrigued by what his sister was saying, “Y-yeah, I think so. I have her family’s phone number, though. I could always get it.”

“Then go!”

Harry nodded, flustered trying to get up from his seat.

“Not this second, Harry,” Anne reached up to his arm with a laugh, “You can carry out your Romantic Comedy fantasy after breakfast.”

Harry laughed, nervously as the two of the girls he loved most in his life chuckled at him and took a swig of their coffees, nerves rushing through his veins. How could he eat now? He was too anxious.

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Please Don’t See Me - Chapter 1

Ugh. Stan’s whole body felt like lead. The thin layer of straw beneath him was tickling his nose and poking in places he really didn’t like being poked, but he didn’t care enough to move. At least he had space to lay down. He’d spent enough nights crammed into his car, unable to stretch out or move his cramped legs, to appreciate having some actual space. Even if that space was covered in annoying straw.

He let out a heavy sigh and the room suddenly got quieter – he hadn’t noticed the soft, steady scraping of a pen on paper until it paused, and now his ears pricked up to search for it again. (Ears? He hadn’t slept while Shifted in ages). The scraping continued a moment later.

For a moment Stan was transported back to his teenaged years – flopping in his bed, exhausted after a tough boxing match, and being lulled to sleep by the sound of Ford quietly writing into all hours of the night. Except back then Stan wasn’t in the form of an oversized canine, and he’d been well-fed, and it was Ford there instead of some stranger, and Stan could actually remember where he was and how he’d gotten there-

Wait.

Stan cracked open one, a few motes of dust filling his vision before he blinked and they cleared, allowing him to see the stupid hay right next to his face. Hay – why was there hay? Where was he?

He forced his groggy head up to take stock of his surroundings – iron bars every which way. A cage. He was in a cage. It was in the middle of what looked like a dusty shed, smaller cages and other tools hanging on the walls and oh god he hoped they weren’t torture devices. Who would want to torture a wolf anyway? Evening, or maybe early-morning, light streamed through a high window and lit up a small square of floor, where a person was sitting cross-legged a safe distance from the cage.

Person – person, cage, danger. A low growl rumbled through Stan’s chest and he bared his teeth in a warning. The guy had better not get any closer, or he would be down an arm. And maybe a throat.

The person froze at his growl and looked up from writing in some book, glasses flashing in the weak sunlight and making Stan flinch – before he recognised the face behind them and his growl petered off into stunned silence.

Holy shit. Ford?

It couldn’t be Ford, but – but it had to be, with that undisguised curiosity written across his face, unruly brown curls, and – yep, that cinched it – the six-fingered hand holding his pen.

Ford was there, and Ford was staring at him, and Stan was still in wolf form in this stupid cage. He couldn’t help but stare back. It had been years since he’d seen his brother. Ford was less twiggy than he used to be. His shoulders had filled out and his jaw was squarer than it used to be.

Well, Stan reasoned, it had been… what, seven years? They had both changed. Some more than others.

“Morning.” Ford’s voice broke them out of their unintentional staring match. He recommenced writing in his journal – writing or sketching, Stan had no idea. “I suppose you’re a bit sore, which is understandable after the night you had. You’re lucky I convinced Dan not to beat you to death.”

Who the heck was Dan? And why was Ford talking to a wolf? Fuckin’ nerd. Stan opened his mouth to ask some of the questions burning on his tongue, but they came out as a doggish huff. Oh right, the whole wolf situation.

Stan carefully rose, testing out his bruised and battered body. He ached all over but he didn’t think anything was broken. Thanks, luck, for not totally screwing him over. His left shoulder, in particular, was burning – he must have strained something. Now Stan could vaguely remember the events of yesterday; mostly, his car breaking down in the middle of nowhere. He’d been starving, he had to eat something, had to hunt, so he’d Shifted and gone in search of prey. He’d hurt his shoulder making a sharp turn while trying to catch a deer.

He kept chasing it until he’d gotten kicked, ended up somewhere that wasn’t the forest – a barn house maybe, but all he could focus on was the tiny animal in the front yard. That tiny, stupid dog. It had been yapping at him furiously like it could take him in a fight and he’d been so hungry.

And then there was yelling, and steel-capped boots and a heavy stick (holy shit was that a shovel) and he was too weak to put up much of a fight.

Stan’s lip curled in disgust. He hadn’t even managed to take a bite out of that stupid Chihuahua. There was the good old Stanley Pines luck rearing its head again. Well, he wasn’t dead yet. He had that going for him.

Ford was glancing up at him occasionally with calculating eyes. Stan sighed and settled back onto the floor. He didn’t have the energy to force a Shift right now, and there was no use scaring the nerd. Ford blinked at him before mumbling to himself, pen never stilling.

“Hmm. I thought you would have been more… concerned, to be in captivity. Perhaps you’ve had contact with humans before. Of course, it’s illegal to keep wolves as pets, but this is Gravity Falls.”

Gravity what-now?

“And you’re certainly not an ordinary wolf.” Ford continued thoughtfully. “Far too large, and your proportions are off. I wonder if you’ve been affected by the natural weirdness of Gravity Falls? The size-changing crystals may have played a role in… hmm…” He went back to scribbling in his book.

Great. Now Stan was just another science experiment. The sooner he could Shift and tell Ford who he was, the sooner…

What? The sooner Ford could kick him out? Stan had ruined his entire future, there was no way Ford would be happy to see him.

In a twisted way, Stan might be safer as an object of study rather than a potential enemy. Besides, he didn’t think he could face Ford’s ire. And if there was a chance Ford would find out who he was and keep him trapped anyway… a specimen to study… no, he wouldn’t take that risk.

Stan would just have to escape when the chance presented itself. Until then, he could play the part of the wolf.

A nice wolf, obviously – no fucking way was he gonna attack his own brother. No matter how much of a dipshit the guy was being.

Mind made up, Stan went back to napping. Or pretending to nap, because he couldn’t exactly relax with Ford’s eyes constantly on him. He must have drifted off at some point though because he awoke with a start at a very close scrape. Immediately Stan’s fur stood on end.

Ford had slid something into the cage. Stan was resolved not to take any handouts until the scent of raw meat hit his nose and he forgot that he was supposed to be a human at heart.

He snapped up the slab of meat in slavering jaws, shivering when the savoury-salty-metallic-food taste of blood burst across his tongue. He hadn’t eaten in so long.

All too soon the food was gone. Stan licked his chops and couldn’t hold back a pitiful whine.

“Still hungry?” Ford called from across the shed, where he was digging in a fridge Stan had missed before. “No wonder; I can see your ribs from here. You’ll have to wait for me to get more though.”

Ugh, Ford was taking so long. Stan nudged the food bowl with his nose, pushing it out of the cage with the hope that getting the dish back would speed things up. Ford sent him a weird look but Stan didn’t care as long as he got more food.

 The creature was certainly not an ordinary wolf.

It didn’t take an expert eye to see, either. Its – his? ­– shaggy fur was matted and clumped, a far cry from the sleek coats Ford had seen in the wolves native to Oregon. Its claws were a little too long, its fangs a little too jagged, its form too barrel-chested and shoulders too hunched and hulking – and the creature itself was much larger than any wolf Ford had seen. When standing, its back might reach as high as his waist. Ford was sure that the only reason Dan had managed to subdue it was the pitiful state it was currently in. At peak health it would surely be a formidable beast.

And there was something intelligent in the gleam of those amber-yellow eyes. Something… considering.

However, the creature was was much more well-behaved than the usual specimens Ford managed to obtain. It lay quietly in its cage, occasionally getting up to stretch before lying back down. After the first incident it made no attempt to growl at, attack or otherwise threaten him. It had even returned the food dish every time he fed it.

Ford couldn’t make any conclusions until he had more evidence, but the data he currently had strongly suggested that the creature had once been domesticated. An escaped pet, perhaps? He decided to test his hypothesis.

Once Ford finished his sketch he stood by the cage, treats in his pocket (borrowed from Dan). The wolf cracked open one eye to watch him warily, as it had been doing when Ford moved.

Hmm, where to start… probably with the more common commands. If the wolf had been domesticated it would probably have been taught some basic commands at the least. Ford waited until both its eyes were on him before lifting a hand and saying clearly, “Sit.”

The wolf continued to look at him.

“Sit.” Ford tried again, with no luck. The wolf was paying attention to him but it made no attempt to follow his orders. He sighed. “Come on, work with me here.”

The wolf blinked slowly.

Ford reached into his pocket and pulled a treat out of his pocket, rolling it in his palm. The wolf’s gaze seemed to have a lot more weight behind it now. The creature seemed to be considering.

“Sit.” Ford said again and, with, a huff, the wolf picked itself up off the floor and sat on its haunches.

Ford gaped.

“You actually know the command. Oh gosh, you must be domesticated! I wonder how many of your kind there are. A whole new species of wolf? Wolf-mutt? What other commands do you know? Do you lay down too? Lay down!”

The wolf shot him an eerily intelligent look – a look that clearly said ‘you want me to cooperate, you’d better pay up’. Ford sighed and tossed the treat into the cage, where the wolf attempted to catch it, only to have it bounce off its snout and roll out of the cage again.

Ford picked it up and tried again. This time the wolf snapped it out of the air with an audible clack of teeth. Sated, the creature settled back onto its belly.

“Is… is that you obeying the previous command? Or just lying down?”

It put its head down and closed his eyes, so Ford assumed it was the latter. He sat back and picked up his journal, hands buzzing with excitement. So his initial hypothesis had been correct; the creature had belonged to someone. It evidently hadn’t been cared for for a long time though, given its current state. Was it a pet that escaped? But if it had run away from its owners, Ford doubted it would be listening to his commands – however reluctantly – as it was doing now.

A loyal pet, then, but one that had not been taken care of for a while. Had it belonged to one of Gravity Falls’ supernatural inhabitants? That would explain its… abnormalities.

A sudden thought hit Ford suddenly, and he squeezed his pen tight.

“I wonder… there are countless incidents of people adopting young pets, only to abandon them when they get bigger or… odder. Are you one of those?”

The animal’s ear twitched. Apart from that, it gave no sign that it was listening. Ford bit his lip.

“Maybe that’s why you have no home. You were good, and they still tossed you away because you weren’t normal.”

Now the wolf lifted its eyelids to gaze at him; a heavy, thoughtful stare. Ford sighed and chewed on the end of his pen.

“Well, wherever you come from, I can’t keep calling you ‘wolf’. You need a name. I don’t suppose you have any ideas?”

The wolf yawned and stretched.

“I thought not. Let’s see.” Ford hummed to himself. “Something’s wolf-like? Lupus? Lupin? No, that’s silly.” The wolf was watching him judgmentally and Ford frowned. “I don’t see you offering anything better. Well… you are quite the mystery – an enigma, if you will. But that’s a bit too obvious, isn’t it? Not a very good name.”

The wolf snorted. Ford ignored it.

“A… a mystery, a puzzle, a… rebus!” He jumped up excitedly. “A rebus! It’s a puzzle! And it sounds similar to Remus, a figure from Roman mythology who was said to have been nursed by a wolf. See, it has layers!” He pointed out gleefully to the wolf, who did not react, because it was a wolf.

Ford deflated.

“Maybe Fiddleford is right and I should start talking to other people.” But… “I don’t have time right now, I have research to do! I’ll talk to people next week.”

The newly christened Rebus closed his eyes again, apparently content to ignore Ford’s presence when there wasn’t food or shouting involved. That was all right. Ford had plenty of time to win his trust! With the recent roadblock he’d hit in his studies Ford had been planning to hike to the caves in the nearby mountains, to see if they held any clues or answers. But he supposed that could wait until he figured out this new mystery.

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @lexosaurus​

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 2744

A/N: Yes, I did put a Ben 10 villain in here. Sue me.

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Chapter 4

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"Fenton, do you have any twos?"

"Go fish."

Damian grumbled something in Arabic as he picked up a card from the pile.

"I feel like that was a bad word."

"You would be correct."

Danny turned to Stephanie. "Steph, you got any fours?" he asked. Stephanie huffed as she handed him a four of hearts, and Danny grinned victoriously as he took two fours and laid them on the ground.

Seeing as they had a two-hour trip to get to the prison, the four had set the Speeder on autopilot and decided to play a card game. Usually, the Infi-map would have their trip being two seconds, but something was wrong with it, so it was much slower than usual.

"Yo Timbers, you have any kings?" Danny asked the oldest boy. Tim smirked and shook his head.

"Go fish, Ghost Child," he replied. Tim had found it hilarious that Skulker referred to Danny as 'Ghost Child,' and had taken up calling him that as well. He turned to Damian. "You got any twos, Demon Spawn?"

If looks could kill, Tim would be six feet under. Damian threw the card at his older brother, whose eyes gleamed as he laid the twos down by his side. "Danny, you have any... sixes?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Danny chirped as he handed over the card. Tim turned back to Damian.

"You have any threes?"

"No, Drake, I do not," Damian said with a proud smile, "Suck on that." Danny and Stephanie clapped.

"You're learning slang!" they said simultaneously. Damian rolled his eyes, before looking at Stephanie.

"Brown, hand me your sevens," he ordered and smiled proudly as she gave him the cards. "Uno!" he shouted.

"Wrong game, dude," Danny said, "But good effort!"

"So, Danny," Stephanie said, "Why do you call Future-You 'Dark Danny' when you could call him something that isn't cringey like 'Dan?'

"'Dan?'" Danny echoed, "That sounds so... normal. Like can you imagine newscast being like, 'the world is ending, and soon we will all be slaves to Dan.'"

"It sounds much better than Dark Danny," Damian piped up as he took a card from Tim. "That sounds like a roller coaster ride at Six Flags."

"The gremlin's right," Tim agreed. Danny glared at them.

"I'm feeling so attacked right now, guys, and I'll have you know that my girlfriend came up with that name."

"You," Damian said derisively, "Have a girlfriend?" Tim rolled his eyes.

"Damian, yes, you knew that. Samantha Manson, you've literally met her parents at a gala one time," he paused, "Did you not pay attention at all when we were reading Danny's file?"

"I only cared about his abilities as Phantom," Damian replied as Danny exclaimed, "I have a file!?" simultaneously.

"Uh, duh," Stephanie answered, "You think we'd tell you the greatest secret ever if we didn't run a background check first?"

"So you guys know I died, then?" Danny asked nervously, scared of what they'd think. Yeah, sure they knew he was half ghost, but would they think it was weird that he was technically dead? That he wasn't technically fully human?

"Yeah," Stephanie answered as though it was obvious. Danny blinked.

"And... you don't care?"

"You believe you are the only one who has died before?" Damian rolled his eyes, "You are not as special as you think, Fenton. Get over yourself.”

Danny's jaw dropped. "Wait, you've died before?"

"Damian and I both have!" Stephanie said before Damian could reply. "We call ourselves the Dead Robins Club. Jason's in it too. Dick wants to be in it, but we won't let him because he only faked his death, he didn't actually die."

Danny's eyes lit up. "Can I join!?"

"You are not a Robin," Damian pointed out, "So no, you cannot." At Danny's frown, he sighed, and added, "But if you are going to be a child about it, perhaps we could speak to Todd and see if you could be an honorary member."

"Hey, we have like, thirty minutes left till we get there," Tim spoke up, "So let's go over the plan again."

Danny cleared his throat. "Right. So I'll be the distraction. I'll fly in there and cause a ruckus, and distract Walker so you three can get in and find Wulf."

"And because we're humans, we can just walk through things," Tim added, "And I get the collar off of Wulf, and we rescue you."

"There are so many holes in this place," Damian pointed out, "What if Wulf does not trust us? What if Drake cannot get the collar off?"

"Well, that'd suck," Danny replied, "But I trust him, don't worry. The only part that should be difficult is getting me out. Totally do-able, just difficult. But I've done it twice, so we should be fine."

"Yeah, we got this!" Stephanie cracked her knuckles with a grin. "We've succeeded on missions that had way lower odds than this," she paused, "Hey Danny, this Walker guy wants to keep order in the Ghost Zone, right? What are the chances he'd help us?"

"Like two percent," Danny answered, running a hand through his hair, "And even if he does believe us, he'd lock us up here and go after Dark Dan- I'm sorry, Dan," he rolled his eyes at his friends' pointed looks, "by himself, and he doesn't know how he works. This is our best bet."

"Don't worry, we've got this!" Tim promised, "I've broken Jason out of jail before, I'm basically an expert at this."

Thirty minutes later, they had arrived. The four jumped out of the Speeder, Danny pushing a button inside that turned it intangible before he got out. He turned to his friends. "So," he said, "You guys ready?" At their nod, they began.

Danny flew into the air, over the barbed fence. "Hey Walker!" he yelled, "Look at me! I'm a distraction!" He shot a barrage of ecto-blasts into the sky, lighting up the prison in lazarus-green flashes in a similar fashion to fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He grinned as he saw ghosts in police-like uniforms swarming out of the entrance and heading towards him. He rushed towards them, his eyes lighting up as he shot a beam of ecto-energy at the guards, blasting them aside.

A few guards lifted their blasters to their shoulders and fired. Danny did a backflip in the air, contorting his body around the shots before sending back some of his own. This continued for a while, Danny darted in and out of their ranks. He was smiling widely as he lifted both of his hands above his head, a large ball of ecto-energy crackling in them. "You ready for this!?" he shouted as he prepared to throw the massive fireball. "Yippee ki yay, moth-" he was cut off as a net was shot at him, enveloping Danny and sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned as he looked up, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see who had caught him.

A large ghost in a snow-white trench coat with a face of the same color was sneering at him. "Well well well, if it isn't Danny Phantom," Walker smirked, "Causing a ruckus outside my prison? That's against the rules."

_

"This way," Tim said quietly as he led Damian and Stephanie into the compound. Well, Tim wasn't truly the one leading. Cujo was in front of them, nose to the ground, intent on sniffing out Wulf.

Damian and Stephanie had their backs to one another, the former using the latter to guide him as he was facing the rear, watching for anything trying to sneak up on them. "The Ghost Zone reminds me of the Lazarus Pit," he muttered to himself, "And Phantom's hair is white from it, just like Todd's streak. I wonder..." he stopped talking as Stephanie came to a sudden halt.

They pressed themselves against the wall as six guards marched past, hauling a chained Danny behind them. He was glaring defiantly at Walker, seemingly mocking his stern words, showing no fear.

"I think we're good," Tim whispered as they passed, "Now let's-" he was cut off as he leaned harder against the wall and fell right through it, dragging Stephanie and Damian with him.

"Crap," Stephanie huffed, rubbing her head. "Did you forget that we're like the ghosts here? We can phase through everything here." She frowned as Cujo jumped into her lap, licking her face. He seemed to have phased through with them. "And I guess Cujo can too."

"Red Robin, if only your memory was as strong as your grip," Damian snapped, using Tim's hero name, "Then perhaps we would have found Wulf by now."

"Hey, I'm following the same dog as you," Tim retorted, "Now come on, let's go. The sooner we get out of here, the better."

Cujo yapped as he turned to the right. He dashed in that direction, seemingly having picked up Wulf's scent again. The Gothamites followed him through the prison. They reached a pair of sliding doors below a sign that read 'Dangerous Prisoners' above it.

"Sounds like our guy," Stephanie said. Tim nodded in agreement as they stepped through the doors, phasing through them.

All three of them shivered, a chill running up their spine as terror possessed them. None of them voiced it to the others, but they all got the sense that they were near something that was positively evil.

Cujo, however, didn't seem to mind. Or, if he did, he didn't show it either. He pranced down the hallway, looking over his shoulder and barking at the heroes to follow him. They did so, walking slowly and looking both ways.

They were all more terrified than they had ever been in their lives.

Cujo stopped, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling, in front of a cell. He barked again as he waited for Damian, Tim, and Stephanie to catch up to him.

Wulf was massive. He appeared to be a humanoid-wolf hybrid with a green undertone and a silver collar. He snarled, his hackles rising as the three stood in front of him.

"My name is Red Robin," Tim began, "And this is Robin and Batgirl. We're friends of Danny Phantom."

"Friends of... Dan-knee?" Wulf asked gruffly, his teeth bared. Tim nodded.

"Yeah. He sent us here to break you out," Tim took a hesitant step forward, "But first I have to get that collar off of you. Can I do that?"

Wulf slowly nodded and watched Tim phase through the bars of his cell with narrowed eyes. He flinched as Tim pulled out a small device from his utility belt and set it on the collar. A holographic screen and keyboard appeared above his gauntlet. Tim typing something on the keyboard, and with a blink of the device, the collar fell off.

Wulf rose to his full height, towering over Tim. The latter stood up straight. "Danny has been captured," he said, "Will you help us free him?"

Wulf looked at him and grunted. He turned intangible and phased out of his cell with Tim close behind.

"Fantastic," Damian said with a nod, "Now, let us go find Phantom." The five began to leave but stopped dead in their tracks as a terrifying voice spoke.

"Humans!" the voice hissed.

The Bats turned around to see a terrifying ghost. It had a purple cloak with a spindly tan and black striped body and one glowing purple eye and the same collar that was on Wulf around his neck. The ghost narrowed his single eye as he spoke.

"You are freeing this oaf but not me?" the ghost snarled, "You are leaving me to rot? Me? Zs'Skayr? The High Ecto-Lord of Anur Transyl?"

Wulf snarled as the others were frozen in fear. Something was wrong about this Zs'Skayr. Batgirl, Robin, and Red Robin were heroes. They'd fought with the Justice Leauge. They'd gone toe to toe with Joker.

But Zs'Skayr?

They couldn't explain it, but this being was absolutely horrifying.

"Who are you?" Damian was the first to speak up, shaking like a scared dog being brought outside for the first time. Zs'Skayr's eye flashed.

"I am Zs'Skayr!" he roared, "The most terrifying being in the universe! Arch enemy to the Omnitrix!" he met Damian's eyes. "I am the one who can break you free. I can save your friend and destroy this cursed prison."

"We can't let you that," Tim croaked, "Absolutely not."

Zs'Skayr's eye did not leave Damian's. He cocked his head. "There is a darkness in you, child," he hissed, "One you are trying to overcome. Do not fight it! I can give you all the power you could ever desire!"

Damian gulped, clenching his fists and staring Zs'Skayr right back. "I do not need your power," he said stiffly, "And I do not need your help."

"Let us go," Wulf interrupted, putting a paw on Damian's shoulder. "Need help Danny."

Damian nodded, and with another glance at the Hellish being, they left.

_

Danny closed his eyes in pain at Walker's punch, but refused to fall. He looked up with a gleam in his eyes.

"That's really the best you got?" Danny scoffed, "You're losing your touch! You've known me for two years and that's all you can do?"

"Just tell me why you're here, kid," Walker replied. Danny groaned.

"I already did!"

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe some lie about time travel?"

"I mean, yeah, I think you're pretty stupid," Danny replied, "But I'm not lying!"

"Sure you aren't, kid."

Danny gave the ghost a blank stare. "You know, Walker, you seem to have trust issues. That sometimes stems from trauma. Do you want to talk about it?"

Walker narrowed his eyes before punching Danny in the face. The boy turned back to him and laughed.

"I've fought Pariah Dark, Fright Knight, and you multiple times and you think a measly punch is gonna shut me up?"

He was stalling. Danny just had to keep it up until his friends could get the cuffs off of him, and he could freeze Walker.

Speaking of freezing, Danny froze as he slowly shut his eyes and sighed, "I've gotta say, though, you might not be the only one who can be stupid," In a ring of light, Danny transformed back into a human, and phased out of the cuffs with ease.

"Ha!" he yelled, "In your face!" He shifted back into his ghost form and grinned as his hands lit up in blue light. "You know, I hate to just run out on you like this, but I gotta go." With a flash of light, Danny thrust his hands in front of him, and a bolt of ice shot from his palms. Walker screamed as his body was encased in ice.

Danny shook his head as he floated to the ground. "Now, where oh where are my friends?"

"Right here, my guy!" At the sound of Stephanie's voice, Danny turned around to see his friends, with Wulf close behind. Danny's face lit up.

"Wulf!" he shouted with glee, "I've missed you, buddy!"

"Miss you too," Wulf replied.

"Let's get out of here," Tim said, "Before they realize you and Wulf have escaped."

A red flashing light lit up above them. Damian sucked in his teeth. "Too late."

Danny waved his hand. "Come on, let's go!" With that, the group dashed forward, phasing through the wall.

They skidded to a halt as they were faced with ten guards. They swung their batons. "Freeze!" one of them yelled.

Danny shrugged. "If you say so," he blasted them with a wave of ice, freezing the guards. Tim grinned.

"Nice one, Phantom," he praised as they continued forward, tucking a rolling above the frozen ghosts with ease.

They phased through another wall, Wulf leading them forward. Two guards appeared in front of them, but Wulf swatted them aside with ease. Phasing through another wall, they were outside.

They were almost to the Speeder. Danny looked behind him and saw an army of guards swarming out of the doors of the prison. Danny skidded to a halt in the air and turned around. He blasted the group with ice, freezing half of them. The other half, though, they kept coming.

Danny turned back around, phasing into the Speeder where the others were already seated. "Come on, Tim, let's go!" he urged, looking outside the window as he spoke. Tim pushed a button on the control panel, and the vessel rose into the air and, with sonic boom behind them, shot into the air and away from the prison.

[bountyofbeads]

What Happens When Ordinary People End Up in Trump’s Tweets https://nyti.ms/32bCiou

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What Happens When Ordinary People End Up in Trump’s Tweets

By MATT FLEGENHEIMER | Published Nov. 2, 2019 | New York Times | Posted November 3, 2019 |

McCALLA, Ala. — The evening of April 29 passed like many others for Ben Rawls, a fire lieutenant in Tuscaloosa: settled in the rocking chair on his porch, amid empty beer cans and mosquito-fighting candles, tweeting to an audience of dozens until he got sleepy.

“Granted I am in Alabama,” Mr. Rawls, 45, wrote around 11 p.m., after a major firefighters’ union endorsed Joseph R. Biden Jr. for president, “but most of the firefighters I talk to are voting @realDonaldTrump.”

The morning of May 1, some 36 hours later, was less typical.

Mr. Rawls showered and took his daughters to school. He ignored his phone, until it yapped so insistently that he had to look. An ashbin of Twitter comments greeted him: Racist. Moron. “‘Toothless’ — that was a good one,” he recalled.

The most curious posts disputed Mr. Rawls’s very existence. Strangers accused him of being a bot. He replied to one with a video he recorded in his pickup. “Here I am,” he said to the camera. “No faking here.”

All told, it took about 12 hours for him to solve the mystery. Back in his rocking chair, he stared at a fellow Twitter user’s note of congratulations: Mr. Rawls had been retweeted by the president of the United States.

Along with the Republican allies, Fox News hosts and conspiracy-mongering trolls whose messages President Trump pinballs across the political arena, he has also elevated regular people whose words he finds pleasing. Perhaps no group understands the praise-seeking cyclone that is @realDonaldTrump better than these arbitrary few who have lived inside it, briefly and usually unwittingly.

Their brushes with cybercelebrity are a portal into the Twitter feedback loop powered and experienced by Mr. Trump — dark, caustic, skimpy on nuance — where the ripples of a single presidential tweet can be hard to fathom unless measured against the relative anonymity to which these users were accustomed. Mr. Rawls got 2,700 retweets and 14,000 “likes” with the boost from Mr. Trump. The reach of his tweets before and since, he estimated, was approximately zero.

For many of the retweeted, the temporary platform stands as a testament to a style of politics they have never seen before — one that has bonded the president to his followers, virtual or otherwise.

“No other president has ever done stuff like this,” said Curtis Vincent, a 35-year old in Bowling Green, Ky., who operates one of the more than 215 unverified accounts Mr. Trump has retweeted since taking office. “They’ve been on a higher pedestal.”

Mr. Rawls, Mr. Vincent and several others were retweeted by Mr. Trump on May 1 after responding to a post by a Fox News personality, Dan Bongino, about the fire union’s endorsing Mr. Biden.

Joining them in temporary Twitter fame was Joelle Palombo, 46, a Southern California resident with 11 followers, who had largely used her account to cheer on her daughter’s soccer team. But after Mr. Bongino tweeted that “NONE of the firemen” he knew were with Mr. Biden, she replied with a note of support for Mr. Trump from one “fire family” out West.

The flood of reactions so spooked Ms. Palombo that she enlisted her teenage son to help block anyone she saw in her feed. The purge took three days, she said, and included the president, who she did not realize had retweeted her until a reporter told her months later.

“I went and looked at his account, and I blocked him,” Ms. Palombo said of Mr. Trump. “That’s how scared I was. I’m just one tiny hair on a dog. Are you kidding me?”

Although her affection for the president persists, Ms. Palombo questions the value of his favored medium. “How many hours of the day do people put in to do this?” she said. “I don’t need to have a voice on this. I’ll vote.”

Others have found more purpose in the practice. Mr. Rawls described himself as a reluctant Trump voter in 2016. He preferred Ted Cruz during the Republican primary, and he winces at some of the president’s choices, including insulting John McCain well after the senator’s death.

But as the 2020 election approaches, Mr. Rawls suggests, the president’s Twitter output is a more effective galvanizer than even the slickest campaign ad. “The tweeting doesn’t bother me so much anymore,” he said. “I don’t really feel like I wasted a vote.”

And the validation of the president’s retweet has encouraged his own more quarrelsome instincts. “Before all this happened, I would type something out and say, ‘People will think I’m crazy,’” he recalled, citing prospective tweets that he scrapped.

Since May, these second thoughts have been rarer. He has called Anthony Scaramucci, the former White House communications director, a “bitter jerk.” He has shared a doctored video of Speaker Nancy Pelosi appearing to slur her words. He has weaponized a gif of Judge Judy (“Either you are playing dumb, or it’s not an act”) to mock Representative Eric Swalwell, a California Democrat promoting gun control.

“I’m a little bit less of a wallflower than I used to be,” Mr. Rawls said, crediting Mr. Trump’s retweet. “I guess you could say I was more emboldened.”

CATCHING HIS EYE

Capital letters help. Sentence structure can be disregarded. Mornings, East Coast time, are best.

Grabbing Mr. Trump’s attention on Twitter is more art than science — and, often, more fluke than art. But some who have been retweeted say there are certain flourishes that can improve the odds.

The surest path is echoing Mr. Trump’s voice. The user @fiiibuster, whose profile boasts that he has been retweeted twice by the president, has built a following of more than 38,000 accounts — and won the digital stamp of approval from a man with 66 million — through a steady offering of posts that resemble Mr. Trump’s own. Among the words in @fiiibuster’s retweeted messages: “security,” “prosperity,” “America first,” “Pathetic,” “bad reporter,” “shame!”

In other cases, Mr. Trump has gravitated toward those who share his taste in reading. A few weeks ago, he retweeted Cathy Buffaloe, 70, a retired librarian in Walton County, Ga., after she quoted a Wall Street Journal column criticizing Representative Adam Schiff, the Democratic chairman of the House Intelligence Committee.

When she told her husband what had happened, he asked if she had simply dreamed it. She took screenshots to show to friends and gained about 200 followers. “It isn’t often that ‘regular’ people have an opportunity to be heard concerning national issues,” Ms. Buffaloe said in an email.

J. T. Lewis, a 19-year-old Republican candidate for the Connecticut State Senate whose brother Jesse was killed in the Sandy Hook massacre in 2012, was retweeted last year after writing a flattering message to Mr. Trump. When he traveled to Washington months later to meet with the president as part of a school safety event, Mr. Lewis brought a printout of the tweet.

“He smirked and signed it,” he said. “It’s in my room somewhere.”

Mr. Lewis said he hoped the president’s imprimatur would show that Mr. Trump was not in league with the conspiracy theorist Alex Jones, who has spread bogus claims about the Sandy Hook shooting, including asserting that the victims’ families were actors and part of a plot to confiscate guns. (In 2015, Mr. Trump appeared on Mr. Jones’s “Infowars” program and praised him.)

But Mr. Lewis is skeptical that getting through to Mr. Trump owes to any elaborate strategy. “I don’t think things are planned out the way we think they are from the outside,” he said. “I think that was literally just: Guy in pajamas, ‘Oh, this is a nice tweet.’”

THE WRONG IVANKA

“The fingers aren’t as good as the brain,” the president once explained, discussing the typos he makes on Twitter.

And those fingers have at times conferred a spotlight on unsuspecting tweeters with low opinions of him.

In a tweet one night in January 2017, just before his inauguration, Mr. Trump shared a message calling his daughter Ivanka “a woman with real character and class” and tagging @ivanka.

That Twitter handle belongs to Ivanka Majic, 45, a technology researcher in Brighton, England, who shares a first name and little else with the president’s daughter. Ms. Majic woke up to media inquiries and a dilemma.

“There’s a decision to be made,” she said in an interview. “If you’re going to say something, what are you going to say?”

Ms. Majic recognized she would probably never be handed a megaphone like this again. “He was a bit unlucky, really, that it was my Twitter account,” she said.

She settled on this: “You’re a man with great responsibilities. May I suggest more care on Twitter and more time learning about #climatechange.”

Instantly, Ms. Majic became something of a local luminary as her progressive city strained to process Mr. Trump’s victory. Days later, at the London chapter of the global Women’s March, one attendee’s sign read, “@Ivanka, loving your work!”

In the years since, Ms. Majic has celebrated an annual “Trumpiversary” to mark the occasion. But one news clipping from the time still grates.

“There was one article that said, ‘Ivanka only has 2,700 followers,’” she remembered. “I was like, ‘That’s quite good for a normal person!’”

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Karen Yourish and Larry Buchanan contributed reporting. Kitty Bennett contributed research. Produced by Gray Beltran and Rumsey Taylor.

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The Motions of Dealing With People You Hate|| Baby Shower AU

@wishes-in-the--markmark @kristenmcatee-rp @crywastaken-rp @nerdynumme-rp

“But Papa-”

“No buts, Elliot. We have to go to Auntie Ro’s baby shower.”

“But the baby isn’t even there yet...” the boy fussed, folding his arms and turning away from Phil. He sighed and stood up, “Daniel!”

“What?!” screams the man from the other room, rushing in and standing in the doorway, “Phil what’s going on, he’s supposed to be dressed?!”

“Your son’s not getting dressed. He claims that because the baby’s not there, he shouldn’t have to go to the party,” Phil explains.

“Yeah, you guys just like dressing us up to go to parties,” Elliot adds.

Phil and Dan look at each other, concerned, then shrug as the dark haired one stood up and walked towards his husband, kissing his cheek in passing, “Your turn, babe.”

“B-b-b-bah..Phil..PHIL- ah god,” Dan tried to say before Phil was already downstairs.

“Love you, too, honey! I’m gonna get Persi something to eat, so we’ll meet you at the party-”

“But I-”

“I have to talk to my daughter, babe....go talk to your son!” he yelled as the keys jingled and the door opened.

“Bye Dan!” Persephone yelled before the door closed and locked.

“You had a point, Elli, but you get to see Harlan, and I get to drink with Papa, so let’s go get dressed.”

Shawna walked into the house and saw Vega playing with his puppy and smiled, “Hey Alti, how’s it going?”

“I’m Vega,” he looked up and let the dog lick his face.

“Sorry, buddy, I like your outfit...where’s your dad?” she asked, walking up and holding up her hand for him to five. 

He fived back, “He’s in the room with Altair, I think he’s trying to cheer up or get ready to see mommy again...I dunno.”

“He’s still in the room, Vega...He’s not getting up-” said Shawna, expecting it.

“Oh my god! We’re gonna be late...We can’t be late to our baby sister’s baby shower!” Altair stomped down to greet Shawna, also giving her five.

“Uncle Joey will have a conniption,” Vega added, looking at his twin.

“Well yes, but your mom will be very disappointed in your dad,” Shawna said, “So I’m gonna see if I can get him up.” 

“Miss Shawna likes my outfit,” Vega said as he stood up.

“Why can’t he get up himself?” Altair asked.

“Come here,” Shawna said, bringing them in and putting her hands on each of their shoulders, “Boys, your mom and your dad are having some problems agreeing with each other and your dad feels...very very bad about missing your mom.”

“Well, if it’s daddy’s fault then he should fix it,” Vega said folding his arms.

“It’s..welll..like I said, they are disagreeing with each other. It happens, just like you two don’t like things that each of you do all of the time, it still happens when you grow up,” Shawna explained, “So your mommy and daddy put themselves in time out.”

“But they have our baby sister coming,” Altair said, concerned.

“Is that why Reiner and Sylvan are with mommy?” Vega asked.

“More or less, yes...They’re taking care of your mommy and telling daddy that she’s okay and when the baby kicks and stuff when Uncle Joey can’t be there because he’s got kids of his own,” Shawna replied.

“I remember that. He slept over the first couple nights-” said Vega.

“Oh and remember when Uncle Ryan made us shepherds’ pie?” Altair piped up.

“Alright, then why don’t you guys get a bottle of water from the fridge and I’ll meet you guys back out here?” Shawna asked. Both of the boys nodded.

“We have to take Muffins for a walk anyway,” Vega said as they could hear the dog whine and paw at the door.

“Deal.”

Shawna was very surprised when Mark called her, but if the boys were any indication that shit had hit the fan, this was all she needed to know. She crept into the room, which was dark and full of trash. She dredged through it and got to the window, turning the shades on and getting some light going, which erupted a roar from the man. “Mark!”

“Shaw...what?!” he sits up, “How’d you get here so fast?”

“I own a car now...And you called me like last night? This morning, all I know is you told me to help you get over to the shower while your car’s getting worked on,” Shawna explained.

“What time is it?” he grumbled, rubbing his face and checking his phone, “OOHH SHHIT!” He begins to rush out of bed and starts throwing his clothes around running around the room, “Th-th-the Boys!..Aw god!”

“They said they’ve been ready to go for a while, they went to go walk the dog,” Shawna said, sitting on his bed, “When’s the last time you showered?”

“Yesterday, I just..I don’t remember after I got home from the gym..” Mark explained, rushing into the bathroom, turning the water on and throwing himself around, grunting as he frantically showered.

“Well you skipped the shower, but you fed the boys. There’s dishes in the sink...This is grad school all over again-”

“I didn’t...Ok, maybe I had to a few times,” Mark said, scrubbing furiously all through his body, “I’m not trying to.. be like that..today..especially.”

“Yeah, I know it’s hard, but you’ve got some good boys there, Mark. I can just let you borrow my car and you can take them-”

“NO..no..well..maybe,” Mark said as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around himself, “Y-you wouldn’t mind?” he asked, sheepishly, shampoo still in his hair and squinting as he panted.

“Yeah, I could..watch the dog while you’re gone,” Shawna shrugged with a smile.

“But you’re all dressed to go..I wanted you to go with me..I-I need you to go with me...for the boys-”

“The boys will be fine, Mark. They’re older now, and their older brothers will be there..I’d think you just want me to drop you guys off or something..You’re the father, so- go wash your hair back out!” Shawna said, pushing him back into the bathroom, “Come on, don’t skip steps!”

Mark went back into the bathroom and began brushing his teeth and began to feel himself smile. Shawna’s good at keeping him on top, he was alone in doing this before, and who’s to say how many times he’s stopped getting ready because he just would. Grad school made the difference for him because he was doing it for Ro, he was doing it for his babies, but it was all still so hard. He never would have thought he’d befriend the girl who manipulated him and who used to make him uncomfortable if it wasn’t for their class project and that they were assigned as partners for working on their thesis. She really kept him together when he felt the most alone. He just never really said anything to Ro, who had been focusing on her cookbooks and her baking show, all the while being a mom. He knew they would disagree about being apart and doing what they both needed for each other, but he had to do good for himself and not just ride her coattails. 

Shawna always kept in the back of her mind that Mark and she are really lucky they had an opportunity to hit it off in grad school because she at times would look at Mark and see Andrew and his simple air, his caring eyes and his devotion. It reminded her of better times. Now as a wounded woman who grew, Shawna saw something in Mark in grad school that gave her strength not to do anything dumb- his devastation and fear of losing it all. His fear of losing Ro- the only thing that kept him sane, the fear of losing his boys- the things that kept him going, the fear of losing his family- the thing he created that could die in his hands. She wasn’t there to be with him, she was there to be for him, to be a friend when he was alone. Help him keep his routines up.

“Cyr...put that out and help us!” Joey called from across the room.

“Can it, Joey, I can work and smoke,” he said, taking one last drag.

“I’m surprised he’s still smoking actual cigarette,” mutters Cry.

“I’m sorry, but my vape’s in the shop. I’ll chew tobacco next time,” he said back, walking past them.

“Ew,” Cry and Joey said together.

“Aren’t you two just charming? Now..Rosie, dollface,” Cyr said, walking up to her in the kitchen, decorating cupcakes and cookies, “You need me to help you in here?”

“Uhmm..well yeah, can you first off not smoke in my house? Thank you,” Ro said, not looking up from the cookie, “Also there are salads in the fridge that need to come out. Fruit tarts and treats for the little ones and the last of the souffle need to come out of the oven and set, BE CAREFUL-”

“I got it, I got it, I know how souffle works,” Cyr said, closing the refrigerator gently and setting down the trays of treats, “They look great, doll..”

Ro blushed and looked up at Cyr, smiling at him. She felt a pang in her heart because Mark should be here. He should be here: helping with the party, helping with the decorations, helping her with the food setup. She just couldn’t deny herself him, either. She remembered the night. She had just gotten out the shower, they hadn’t even been sep-apart for more than a month. They were still blaming each other. And she had been...not here. She needed to feel, she needed something to get her going- she needed him. She called from a number through an app and couldn’t believe it was still the same. Her voice was croaky and shaky, it stuttered in her step to say it was her. She wanted to lie. She wanted to stop this. On the other hand, it was just a phone call, she could hang up at any time- she could just-

Well if it isn’t ring around the Rosie...How’s life?

Her breath had never caught harder. Toes curling, mouth agape, trying to crumple herself up so he couldn’t see her in her PJs and through her. 9PM turned into 11, and 11 turned into 3AM. 3AM turned into him coming over. He offered her a cigarette in the yard and she refused- she broke the news and loosened her robe. He nodded and pushed his hair back again. Ro felt her lip swollen from biting it so much, he put his hand on her face and stroked her cheek, just hard enough to make her stop biting her lip. He walked past her and went back into the house. She yapped quietly for him to come back and he turned around, confused. She realized then she reached for her wedding ring and her right hand to the necklace he bought her- and the left hand was bare. She covered her mouth and then tightened her robe, walking towards him with her own charm and talked with him about the party with one more cigarette. 

They would get into this routine frequently, for the next couple of months while she planned and didn’t speak to Mark. She’d put her phone on Do Not Disturb just after the last kid put his head on a pillow and he’d be outside. They’d go for a drive, he’d talk to her. He’d barely touch her, and when she did she felt fireworks. She frequently forgot her wedding ring. Lied to Cyr when he asked where her necklace went about the clasp being broken and needing to be cleaned, so it’s away. She’d lie to her friends about talking to Mark and writing him letters. Shawna came by Mark’s every other day or so and there wasn’t a single parcel or note. 

Joey and Cry were seething as they hung decorations and watched those two in the kitchen.

“I thought she was done with him,” Cry muttered, “Wasn’t that what she said?”

“Urgh..I really...really can’t right now, babe,” Joey said, throwing down the excess decorations and stomping towards the group of balloons starting to separate them.

“Babe..you’re upset..come here, take a break,” Cry said, pulling his husband close to him.

“SHE LIED!” Joey yelled, stomping, “She never lies and here she is with the grand master of fucking lies!”

“Alright alright, babe, let it out, come on..come here..I’m right here,” Cry soothed him, walking him to another part of the house.

Ro and Cyr were too busy laughing and having a brief water fight to notice.

The party has just begun and Shawna pulls up with the boys and a clean and put-together Mark. She looked and saw everyone here and all the kids running around and smiled, spotting Kristen and walking over to talk with her and PJ. 

Ro saw the whole thing from their bedroom window, she seethed. How dare she touch him? How dare she bring him here? How dare she touch their children, their dog? She shouldn’t be here. She ripped up a letter she had written to Mark and headed downstairs.

Mark was reacquainting himself with his house that he bought for his family, walking through the halls and touching everything. He never felt more together. He rushed upstairs, skipping steps, “RoBoat?!” He went faster as he approached the other flight and ascended some more, “RoBoat?!” He ran past the second landing and froze at the steps to their bedroom. He panted, enraged, YOU.

Cyr looked down and was raised his eyebrows, “Uh...Rosie?” he called back into the room before he was thrown against the wall.

“What are doing here...HUH?!..What are doing here?! Speak, you fuck! You bothering my wife again?! You can’t take a fucking message?! Even after all these years you goddamned snake!” Mark was tightening his grip and slamming the lanky man against his wall, pictures further down the hall falling, “I swear to GOD you laid one fucking filthy hand on her or my fucking children you’re a stain, you hear me?! A STAIN! FINISHED! OBLITERATED!”

“MARK?!” Shawna came running up the steps with Joey, Cry, Kristen, and Leda not far behind.

Hearing the ruckus being caused in the house, PJ acted quick and closed the door, turning to the concerned people who had gathered.

“Alright everybody, grab your kids and grab a seat! Uncle PJ is gonna put on a magic show!”

While Shawna and Cry were attempting to pull Cyr and Mark off of each other. Leda was standing still in shock that Cyr was here. He was actually here. She knew he was in Cali, but she hadn’t..it just hadn’t crossed her mind. She only kicked into gear when she heard a resounding slap from where Shawna was standing,  “Woah what the fuck?!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t you touch my HUSBAND!” Ro screamed when she slapped Shawna and wrapped her hair around her hand and wrist, dragging her back, “You don’t think I SAW you with him, you whore! Why can’t you leave us alone?! Putting your dirty..fucking..fingers all over OUR CHILDREN!” She was blind with rage, slamming the girl into the ground, pulling her up to kick her in the face and then slamming her into the opposing wall and knocking down the other frames hanging on the wall. 

Kristen and Leda ran up to the other women and got Ro to let go, and Shawna lay motionless on the floor. Ro was still in a state of rage and hysterics until she exclaimed from pain, and she clutched her stomach. Both girls ran her up to her room and the men stopped fighting as they looked at Ro clearly in discomfort. Mark sprung up and sprinted towards their bedroom with Joey and Cry behind him. Cyr sat up against the wall, panting using his sleeve to wipe the blood off. Kristen came back into the hallway and helped Shawna up, who was regaining consciousness, “You alright?...Holy fuck she did a number on you!”

“Y-yea..” Shawna said, panting as well, holding her head, “She’s got a helluva hurt for a pregnant lady..And look at you..am I seeing a ghost?” They both giggled as she started to clean herself up and asses her injuries, collecting the hair that got pulled out in the thrashing.

“I’m gonna go get some ice,” Kristen said, getting up then stopping to look at Cyr, “I’ve heard about you..hate to meet ya like this, brother.”

“Vincent Cyr...pleasure’s all mine, you woulda met me like this anyway..and just make that ice a double sweetie,” he said weakly with a bloody grin.

Scoffing Kristen rushed off with a slight blush on her cheeks. 

Leda came rushing back down and looked at her friends who looked back at her- as if to ask if Ro’s okay, “She’s just too excited, and her and Mark need to talk anyway..but god you two look like shit.” They all chuckled a little then Shawna groaned.

“I think she broke my rib,” Shawna said.

“I think he broke my nose,” Cyr said.

Leda sat in the hall next to Shawna and Cyr crawled over to sit next to them, “What am I gonna do about you two?” she sighed, putting a hand on both of their knees.

“An ambulance is a place to start,” Shawna said, smiling and looking down at the both of them, “And she musta knocked me hard cus I swear I’m seeing ghosts.”

“You?! Shit, I got this woman here pregnant and hadn’t seen her since,” Cyr said.

“Not funny,” Leda said, texting Matt downstairs to call an ambulance, “And I’m sorry. But..I’m definitely doing better now.”

“That’s good to hear, Leeds. ANd Shawna Howson is talking now?! Crazy,” Cyr said, looking at her, “How in the hell did you get involved with Mark to the point that you brought him here and Ro fucked you up like that? I’ve never seen her like that.”

“I always could, but it was just hard before,” Shawna began, “And neither have I. When they weren’t together and Mark was going through it, he had to clean the art room as punishment for some destruction he did to the Theta house and I had to supervise...His meds were fucked up and I told him that if we played a little game of Simon Says I’ll do him a solid and say he was here the whole day and he could go to his dorm and edit.”

“Oh MY GOD! SHawna! What’d you make him do?!” Leda asked, looking at her incredulously, “Cus I knew it musta been bad if I’ve never seen her like that either.”

“Did you fuck’em?” Cyr asked.

“Nah, we got a little handsy and we made out..Nothing deep. I forgot who, but someone went back and told her and she went off and warned me then to stay away from her and him or else,” Shawna explained, “I had no idea miss sugar sweet would be so rotten.”

“So you must have done something right if you’re cool with him to bring him and his kids to his wife’s baby shower while they’re separated,” Cyr said.

“Yeah well, I don’t think that was it. Cus see, something like this happened in grad school. She was pregnant again and him and her were really struggling. So they separated for a while, and his friends had all moved away so he was stuck on grad campus with me for six months before he could move back in with Ro, who was running around doing her book tour...And I didn’t do anything, obviously...he had just gotten married! But! He needed a friend. So I’d moved in with him to save on room and board costs and kept him alive and well while we finished our thesis. I just assumed he just never told Ro because he was only getting taken care of and wasn’t fucking me, and now today is a fact that I know he didn’t. So, you know, same thing four years later, he called me up and him and the twins have been sharing my house with me for the past couple months,” she explained, “And I’m guessing she called you up, Cyr?”

“Wait, wait! Cyr you were fucking her?!” Leda interrupted.

“No, no, nah..She’s married. If I wanted to ruin a marriage I’d go home and watch my ex-girlfriend text me behind my ex-roommates back- who’s now her husband, but that’s another story for another time,” he began, “Cus Ro likes the idea of being intimate with me and it soaks her panties that she can’t. So, I was a good friend and listened to her talk and took her on late night drives after her kids went to bed. She told me the first night we met up again two months ago she was pregnant with the baby because she refused to sneak cigs with me or drink- and when she did, she wanted wine. So you know, nice talk here, gentle platonic touch there, just anything to get her out of her head a little and stop biting her fucking lip. I’m surprised it never bled.”

“Wow...what card,” Shawna scoffed, “PJ did that for a while but then he realized I’m dependent on it, so he essentially put me in rehab to stop and I’ve been trying to find that someone since. Also, he couldn’t have his house vice a mess.”

“Cyr, come on, you’re telling me you were that clean? That doesn’t seem like you,” Leda challenged, “You didn’t finger her or eat her out or anything?”

“If I told you, I wouldn’t say it upstairs with them in the next room,” Cyr chuckled, “But I will say that some things happened but I’d stop because it’s...it’s just not right, you know? They gotta work their issues out by themselves and she can’t run off to live in her fantasies and lie to her husband about it. We’re adults now, we coulda gotten killed. Also, she’s got a fifth child to think about, and that means she’s not taking birth control and I’m absolutely not even touching that with my dick or a fifty-foot pole.”

Just then the ambulance pulled up and Kristen came upstairs with bags of ice.

[the-firebird69]

He had a knife fight with Dan and he got away and he's proud of it and then stuck with a knife and leading him in with this short fat guy stuff maybe that's what it's keeping Trump from being a complete maniac it's like some kind of chimpanzee has to run around bothering you get your attention that's what it was yapping dogs. Dan is the one who's reading his apartments and getting information but he's an idiot and he had other people with him tons of people found stuff and they're taking pictures and all sorts of things they found things that Trump took you see if they need the fleet. Huge clans came out of the woodwork. It went out and then start grabbing trumps and dans to get information they found some and now they're grabbing all of them in Florida and we had to move in, foreigners are doing overseas too they saw him getting raided and they figured out they'd find something so unbelievable that you people didn't do this before without your son trump we would have been in trouble.

He's right too you're a bunch of losers you don't care about appearances I don't care what you're doing or what you're saying you say you want to put my son's head into a bucket and cold because I'm going to start yelling so you can call the cops on yourself you want to call the cops on him cuz you're a f****** moron cuz that's what Dan wants you to do. The send like five or six cops, and they want you to call because it's outstanding warrants on you shut the f****** and go to bed you f****** loser no shut the f****** and go to bed loser you can't stay up all night and walk around here you'll die but the cops will come pick you up cuz they have out steering warrants on you it's all stan writ up over and send them in. You said you're trying to threaten him for money and you presented cash dollar bills to say it he said I have almost this much in the money and I need more for rent and took it back. And he also wrote down a whole bunch of other stuff he's using inflammatory language that you're being violent and aggressive towards him that you're saying you're going to bury him in the backyard all sorts of things should have put you away sit here you are hissing like a baby snake.

That took your ships over and you two seem to be ignorant of it I'm not your mommy or your papa or a friend of yours cuz you turned me into an enemy and I have the rest of it all the time on site if you go near me like you did yesterday lots of time shot, Mac did something to your fleet. You like huge idiots you don't get it at all I need you to get a little or Brian will have to handle all of it which means all that you took will go to him if he does something. What you see in the movie happens Europa report. I don't want to be annoyed like you're the slow life piece of s*** that you're acting like because of your stupid act if you do I'm going to break your freaking bones like your ribs cuz you won't be able to go for an x-ray you see I'm so sick of you you're dumb f****** talk don't talk back to me while I'm telling me s*** stupid I could have killed you so many times had no idea what I was up to f****** hate you having went to stupid menial job I sit there looking at you sometimes thinking I can hit you the hammer and throw you in the pond with you down it's the same thing as brian so stupid you think I'm not thinking that I know how to get you here you're easy you can't tell where you are.

I can give a s*** a few times holding claims me dumb f****** c*** that's the only thing it's good for you f****** loser c*** you want to be a hienius f****** a****** you're a dead hienous is a****** you f****** moron

So is cedarships moving and retrieving stuff and some people attract what you're talking where you put it like will and Bill and they're moving around a lot and Corky is going after Dan and you and others are going after you and Dan when they're moving and they figured out who it is so they're dropping these notes about you and by the way that stuff is so you're dying rapidly now you sit here doing a little show gets tons you killed in Florida AKA all of you cuz you can't sit on your hands as you say it's a waste of time it's too much effort so overcome your addiction to stupid s*** so that's like what your life is now in a nutshell whatever whatever Joe him I popular with that's how you're going to die get it no you need to explained to you he says. Both of you didn't explain to you thrym says. He's asking why wants to know if it's because you're so stupid that you can't figure it out into your dead.

Zues Hera

All of a sudden I see something, the pic is from him that was in the video taken from Sebastian by BGA so what are you Peter Gabriel probably not I might be so might be a problem who cares you missed what he said I didn't miss it and listen sit back and enjoy the show lots of things

I've got a 9 mm John says not here, I know cuz my guy just took it from your house across town. Sitting this way too I just wanted to reunite you and I part of it was you just a small part

Can I get this s*** I see where he is no okay just tell me which house I figured out something she went to your other houses or someone else did and they've got more guns from there cuz all your people are dead here they should do is shoot a few of them with the guns they took so you know that they took them is your people talking to you saying they're my people just like you say all the time it was still f****** homo

That's ugly see something they're doing a number on me they want to turn ugly they're doing all the time idiot and you always turn ugly and you don't resist at all because you're a fool that's what you're doing constantly you don't care you've done it for years I was born yesterday not like a few minutes ago s*** for braids by the way I would love to heart hurt you if you try to break in I'd love to hurt you. In a court it comes out like defensive language because that's what it is if you come in here you're going to get harmed if you answer my apartment you're going to get hurt. If you don't care about it good I can put that right in front of a judge and have him read it out to the court over and over and it will be to my benefit for warning you not to come into my apartment. No you're probably be committed into a psychiatric person because nobody thinks anything can hear voices except returns are insane moron you're a piece of s*** too you can use you being a piece of s*** against you you want to stay up all night and I can poke holes in you that's fine otherwise f****** shut the f****** and die send it to kill yourself you don't f****** leave. So Dan's wanted on homicide the cops can come down here and pick him up they pick you up cuz you said you can't be picked up by them you know that one was mr animal

[dcbicki]

“You’re Gonna See it Someday; It’s Affection Always” - Chapter 2

Fandom: Veep Characters: Dan Egan, Amy Brookheimer Pairing: Dan/Amy Rating: T (use of mature language) In which Amy’s pregnant, and Dan already has a plan mapped out for them.

He’s a fucking snake with the eyes of a hawk. Of course he’s up to something. She knows him, better than anybody else probably ever has, ever could.

“And now you’re gonna eat.” He reaches down, picks up a rounded bowl. “Eating for two now, Amy.”

She’s seriously gonna stab him with a fucking spoon.

Chapter 1: x | x

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In truth, her reaction was exactly what he’d been excepting, what he’d envisioned.

Of course she was gonna be all headstrong and independent. Of course she was gonna turn him down and laugh in his face. She is Amy. She wouldn’t be herself if she hadn’t.

“Uh, no, I’m fucking not?” She’d raised a brow, face all blank and shit. “Jesus, fuck, Dan!”

“What?” He’d smirked, standing tall and confident. “You could do worse.”

“I could do better.”

“Not while you’re carrying my kid.”

“True, but better doesn’t have to mean I have to have someone, you dumbass. Maybe I’ll be a single parent.” Amy had shrugged, shoulders tense, collarbones raised.

“I don’t doubt you’d make a great single mom, Amy.” Dan offered, complimented, taking one closer when she takes one back, steps towards her as she backs away from him. “I’m just saying, it might be easier if we did this together.”

“You wanna raise a kid? You?” She couldn’t help but laugh at that, all sharp teeth and true smile.

It’s definitely not that he wants to, fuck no. It’s more that he feels the desire to because there are certain perks to having a child. Especially given their… situation.

“Dan, you wouldn’t even be able to look after a fucking goldfish. You’d forget to feed it, and never clean its bowl-”

With a roll of his eyes, he’d scooped up his jacket and rounded her, heading for the door. “Think about it.”

“Marrying you?” Amy had scoffed, nose crinkled, eyes squinting, “I gotta say, you aren’t really selling it to me. I don’t know how you’ve already gone through like six fiancées.”

“You’d be surprised how devoted I can pretend to be, Ames.”

“So you’d be pretending to give a shit about the kid?”

“I didn’t say that, did I?” He’d pulled the door open, stepped one foot through but kept a hand wrapped around the frame, just as he has on the way in.

It’s not like he doesn’t already give a shit about her…

He’d leant over her then, and she’d immediately regretted ever following him to the door. He’s warm where she’s cold, and it’s so strange.

Dan is not supposed to radiate warmth. Dan usually gives off fucking radioactive energy because he’s toxic to be around. So what the fuck?

“Marry me, Brookheimer.”

Of course he’d smirked. Of course his proposal had been more grossly self-indulgent than charmingly sincere.

“Fuck off, Dan.” If he didn’t have the face of a mass murderer, if she didn’t know him all too well, the tone of his voice would have almost made it – his lame excuse of a fucking proposal – sound honest, sweet, caring. His douchebag face hadn’t gotten the memo, though.

He’d left after that, after she’d shot him down blank and damn near shoved him through the doorway.

Okay, fine. He’s not at all surprised by her reaction, but that doesn’t mean he’s accepted it. Or that he’s going to accept it any time soon.

He’s not creepily persistent, by nature. He’s as far from being like Jonah as he could get, he likes to imagine. He doesn’t force people into things, doesn’t like it when others force people into things. Physical sexual harassment? Fucking disgusting.

But, despite this, he isn’t exactly a saint. Far fucking from it. He’s used people to his own advantage (countless times now, he gloats), and he’s never really apologised for his behaviour.

He knows he’s an absolute asshole, and that there’s no fixing him. He wouldn’t even try to change if the opportunity arose. But he’s game for anything, adaptable like a motherfucking political chameleon who’s ready to blend in with anything red, white or fucking blue.

And this? Knocking up his attractive coworker, who semi-successfully served as a former president’s senior advisor? Whom he has a publicly acknowledged ‘romantic’ history with?

Knocking up America’s reluctant poster-child for pretty little blonde girls who can grow up and create change, or at least prove that change is within us all? Knocking up the snappy, shrill (he’s never really agreed with that assessment), petite all-black wearing right-hand woman of Selina Meyer?

Having a baby with Amy Brookheimer while working alongside her every damn day and night, campaigning for a post-presidency President who finally (kind of, almost) has the nation’s full support behind her?

Golden.

Hell, he can probably work the whole moving-to-Nevada-to-shack-up-with-a-governor-come-cowboy thing into this, if he has to. He can angle it so that bland talking tree branch is once again humiliated.

Fuckin’ golden.

So, the next morning, when they’d been leaving the hotel to head back to New York, he’d talked Kent into swapping cars so he could slide in next to Amy, much to Selina’s dismay.

“What the fuck, Dan?” She’s rubbing in some hand cream, the tube of which Gary is putting away in some seemingly endless pocket deep inside the Leviathan.

“He had to talk with Ben about something, so we-”

There’s a hand held up, and Selina is already signing out of this would-be conversation, eyes cast out the window, “Amy, did you get those emails I had Gary forward you?” She’s eyeing the blonde beside Dan.

“Yes, yes.” She’s rummaging through her purse (on a weird angle), hair falling in her face, and then she’s yapping on about something Dan only has half a mind to listen in on because there are eight new messages on his phone and there’s honestly a lot more interesting.

Amy can’t find whatever she’s looking for, though.

It’d be easier if you uncrossed your legs, for fuck’s sake. Dan just watches her then, all breathless sentences and small hands. It’s only half a surprise when he realises that he’s missed this – being around her all the time, working together, watching her in her element. It’s like getting a good look at a wild animal on the brink of extinction flailing around in its natural habitat. Amazing.

She’d told him her talents were being wasted all year, especially since coming back to work with Selina and co, and (truthfully) he’s glad she’s found a purpose again. Or, rather, that Selina seems to have found a purpose for her again.

He won’t lie, of course Selina’s hiring of BKD had something to do with the guys – himself included, obviously – suggesting Amy be made campaign manager. She’d been good at it last time (after his breakdown, before her breakdown), and she’d been under-utilised so far in the Meyer post-presidency, by Selina herself and that thumb-twiddling twig of a man she’d temporarily hitched her wagon to. Jesus, he couldn’t stand him.

There’s a reason they’d almost snatched her up (oh, so close!) to come work with them, and it hadn’t even been Dan’s idea to bring her in in the first place.

Ben had propositioned them (because she’s like a weird surrogate daughter to him, a child he actually would have wanted), Kent had nodded and said something along the lines of ‘She’s definitely an asset. Her numbers are far superior to any other candidate’s we’ve interviewed so far’.

And Dan had simply agreed (maybe a little bit too eagerly even, despite himself), felt a rather strange gnawing sensation eating at his insides when she’d appeared in the office that day. Sure, he’d smiled like a fucking freshly fucked dick coated in slickness in human form. Sure, he’d been having some frankly fantastic fantasies of her as of late, all hot and horny and his.

But maybe it was just because they hadn’t been together in so long, hadn’t shared more than (just) a couple of drinks in over a fucking year. Maybe he was only grinning like a goddamn teenager that day because he’d missed her, and he quite liked the idea of getting to work with her and her mind again.

She’s fucking smart (brilliant, in a way, in her own way). She’s actually competent, and good at the job given to her, which is a fucking rarity these days. She is an asset, Kent’s not wrong about that; that’s why he’d quite liked the idea of having her around a lot more.

Because he wanted to work with her again, mess her up again, rub her the wrong way (or the right way) again.

It definitely wasn’t because they’d finally given in and fucked after years of built-up tension, and he was more than willing to do it again.

It definitely wasn’t because he’d missed touching her, even just the sharpness of her elbow, even just one hand on her arm.

It definitely wasn’t because he missed having her tear him apart and then be the only one he would let build him back up again.

It wasn’t because she was the only person he actually liked.

She’s finally found her phone and she’s scrolling through her calendar, ignorant to Dan’s peering eyes. Nosy prick.

She’s got some dates marked in blue, while all others are red. And it’s only when Dan realises the spacing between all the blue dates that he works it out.

“Amy.”

Locking her phone then, she snaps her head up and furrows both brows. “I’m sure Richard could do it, ma'am. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment that day.”

What can Richard do? What are your plans, Amy?

“And your appointment is more important than my pre-campaign campaign, yeah?” Selina licks her teeth, shakes her head with disdain. Dan is gonna fucking strangle her scrawny neck one day. “Don’t fuck this up, Amy. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here.”

Yeah, because your last run at a presidency would’ve been even half as successful if she hadn’t been campaign manager, Dan thinks.

Fuck, he’d done the job himself. He knew just how well Amy had done when she was given the job. Better than him, better than fucking Kent. (But that wasn’t saying much.)

“I won’t, it’s just- It’s unmovable.”

“You know what else in unmovable? This fucking crick in my neck.” Selina’s writhing, waving a hand over at Gary as though he can miraculously cure it.

When she’s too preoccupied with Gary’s long fingers rubbing at her neck (okay, nobody needs to see that) to pay them any mind, Dan looks over down at Amy, shifts away from Richard so he’s closer to her than the Yogi Bear of a man. (When the fuck did he get in here?)

“Thought about it yet?”

“No, Dan.” She grits her teeth, avoids his gaze.

“You haven’t given it any thought or you’re still giving me a solid 'no’?”

“Both.”

He frowns at that, crosses one knee over the other so his leg brushes against hers. He slips his hand down to his knee to scratch it, but then he taps his index finger against the outside of her thigh.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Ames.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you start to show. Before people notice and words gets out.

“Just a few months.”

“What are you, the fucking Riddler? Christ.” Amy sighs, encloses her phone in one hand, palm sealed shut, and she folds her legs tighter, moving away from his wandering hand.

Dan glares down at her from out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps facing the back window, right beside Gary’s fucking balding head. (How old is he?).

Is she seriously going to play this game? Fine. He can play, too.

“I’m just saying, your sister would be better off if she married that guy.”

Amy’s body tenses then, and she purses her lips. Dan beams beside her, all confident and cocky. Oh, no. Oh, fuck no. She shakes her head, false smile instantly plastered over her face, “My sister can fend for herself. And it’s none of your fucking business.”

“I’m not saying she can’t do it alone, I just think having the dad around would be better for everyone involved-”

We are not having that conversation again already, you stupid bastard.

“It’s not your decision to make, though.”

“No, but I think she should consider all her options.” Selina is staring at them now, frowning and curious. Fuck.

“Oh,” Richard pipes up from beside Dan, all smiley and wide-eyed like a slow child yet to be diagnosed with idiocy, “I see what you’re doing.” He nods, “You guys are talking about Amy being preg-”

Dan nudges him then, a hard jab to his ribcage, and he kicks him in the shin at the same time. Turning to face Richard, his expression shoots off a very clear message.

Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you, you dopey Chewbacca looking fuck.

“Amy’s sister being pregnant?” Richard corrects, pulls on his tie as his smile lowers, “Sorry, had something caught in my throat just then.” He clears his throat as though that’ll confirm it.

“Something to tell me, Dan?”

“Hmm?” The man turns his head, “No, ma'am. We were just discussing Amy’s sister’s situation.”

“That fucking trainwreck? No offence, but your sister’s a bit of a drip, Ame. I don’t know anyone who’d fuck her well enough to get her pregnant. Up the ass, maybe, if that was an option.”

“No offence taken, ma'am.” Amy smiles, clearly enjoying the unintentional shade thrown at Dan.

Take that, you prick.

When they finally get back to New York, everything moves so fast that they barely have time to talk, much to Amy’s relief and Dan’s dismay.

She’d been unwilling to even acknowledge his existence on the plane, and he’d been seated too far from her to even bother trying to talk. Bitch. Of course she’d booked far away seats. Damn it.

He’d made his move when they all got settled in, though.

It was already the next day when he saw her again, dressed all in black, walking around Selina’s offices like she owned the place. Good. He’d stepped out of the elevator, slid his phone away, and tugged at her arm a little too lightly for anybody to notice.

“Can I talk to you?”

“No, you may not.” She shrugs him off, flicking long blonde hair over her shoulder and resting her iPad down on a desk as she talks to one of the interns. She says something about needing to get in touch with the head of some board of directors, about needing a meeting, and Dan only gives half a shit about whatever is or isn’t happening.

Then she’s springing back around, facing him indirectly because Gary has stopped between them both, “Amy, can you try this coffee?” He’s staring down at the mug in his hand like some kind of mentally challenged imbecile.

Nothing new there, Dan notes, watching the scene unfold with half a frown, half a smile playing on his face. How he hasn’t missed this - watching the complete travesty that is Selina’s bagman try to go about daily life, try to act like a normal human being. Fuckin’ imbecile.

“It’s a new brand we’re trying, but it’s decaf and I’m not sure Selina’s gonna-”

Amy sighs, eyes closing with a groan, “Just give me the fucking coffee, Gary.” She practically snatches the cup from his hands, doesn’t bother blowing it, doesn’t mind the boiling steam escaping past the rim of the mug.

Dan doesn’t know if it’s the taste that does it, or the sheer fact that she’s drinking coffee – he guesses it’s the latter – but she’s spewing the brew out before Gary can even get another word in, and there’s a light brown liquid splashing all over the wooden flooring suddenly.

“Oh my God!” Gary’s hurrying for towels, all wide-eyed and gawking. Amy’s still holding the mug, but she’s wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and clearing her throat as though to rid herself of the taste.

“What the fuck, Amy?” Yeah, sure, play along, Danny. He approaches but keeps some distance, though he grabs the cup and places it on a nearby desk. “You could’ve at least tried to reach the sink.” He nods his head over to the kitchen.

“Fuck you.” Seems that’s her new favourite greeting these days. “Why are even here?”

“You know what, I don’t know. I mean, Jesus Christ, I’m here for two seconds and you’re nearly puking fuckin’ coffee in my face.”

“Yeah, make this all about you.”

Gary returns then, kneeling down to dab paper towels over the stain, checking around to make sure the drink hasn’t reached any of the nearby rugs. Imbecile, Dan shakes his head.

“Amy, are you okay?” He trails off, gets up to check her over, hands on her shoulders, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Gary.” She shakes him off, presses a napkin to her lips, “Just don’t give that shit to Selina or she’ll ruin her carpet.”

Aversion to coffee? Check.

Telling Dan was the easy - well, easier - part; it’s letting Selina know that her campaign manager is knocked up (and staying knocked up) that’s going to be a struggle.

But she has to do it. If that incident was anything to go by, she isn’t exactly going to be able to hide it for very long. She’s an avid coffee drinker by nature, so someone is surely going to notice something wrong very fucking soon.

An Selina will either be delighted for her (and already plotting how to use an unborn baby as a campaign strategy), or the insults will come pouring out and she’ll let Amy know just how badly she screwed up this time.

Knowing Selina, it’ll probably be the latter.

Or she’ll just be surprised that Amy could even get pregnant in the first place, given she thinks the younger woman’s flirt game is so weak in the first place. Fuck, she unsuccessfully tried pimping her out to Leon the very same night she slept with Dan.

I can be very flirtatious.

Maybe it wasn’t a case of her being very good at flirting, or seducing anyone, or even attracting anyone, but more a case of: Amy, you know Dan. You’ve done this before. And, hey, you’re both miserable. Fuck each other out of convenience. Fuck the misery out of each other.

That’s the way she’s choosing to see it, at least.

“Ma'am, do you have a second?”

“Sure, Ame.” She rounds her desk, sliding manicured hands over the glass top. “Hurry it up, though. We’ve got that meeting with non-donor donors soon.” She damn near winks, flashing her teeth, but her smile drops when she sees Amy’s serious face.

“About earlier,” she starts, hand holding her phone pressed tightly against her abdomen.

“The coffee thing?” Selina points a finger, “I gotta tell you, it’s a good thing Gary’s not a barista, because fuck me.” She nods to herself, “At least he can clean.”

She’s tapping one hand on the desk, and Amy can tell she’s discreetly trying to check the time on her watch.“

“Ma'am, I-” She sighs, moves her hand to her chest when she realises where it was, “My sister isn’t pregnant.”

Selina pulls a face, shrugs one shoulder. She chuckles (in some kind of careless way), and snorts, “Great. Good for her.”

“I am.”

The older woman’s eyes darken then, and she squints, nostrils flaring, “What?” With a breath, she swallows sharply and Amy immediately regrets telling her. Fuck.

“I’m pregnant, ma'am.” Her brows knit, and she’s so tempted to fold her arms so tight around herself. Her job was finally secure, and now she’s fucked it up.

“Jesus…” She’s calm for a moment, pacing back and forth in front of the desk, heels loud, making Amy want to run for the hills, “Fuck, Amy!”

Taken back by the exclamation, the blonde sighs, moving one hand out to hold up a finger. “It’s fine, though. I’m not… going to let this get in the way of my work-” she tries to reason, finds herself cut off.

“Damn fucking right you’re not!” Selina shrieks, grits her teeth with a pissed-off look on her face. “For fuck’s sake, Ame.”

She shakes her head, approaches Amy with wide eyes, the sound of her bracelet clanking against her watch unsettling her campaign manager, “Who’s the daddy, huh? It better not be that fucking tall drink of hick piss you were screwing in Nevada.”

She wants to correct her pronunciation (again), wants to shudder at the memory of Buddy.

“I’m not having that twangy stick insect tagging along on my campaign trail, Ame.”

“It’s not Buddy, ma'am.”

“Good. Then I don’t give a shit whose it is.” She shrugs (again), and Amy almost wants to just blurt it out anyway.

“I’m perfectly healthy. My doctor says-”

“Great.” Selina’s rounded her desk again, picking up her iPad, continuously swiping left on the screen. “As long as you’re alive, and able to work, I’m happy for you? Should I be happy? Or should I be sending a car to take you to the nearest abortion clinic?”

“No.” Oh, God. “No, I’m keeping it. I want it.”

Does she, really, truly? Probably.

“Well, I don’t know why you would. I mean, you’ve seen how Catherine turned out, right?” She waves a hand over to her bookshelf where the smallest picture of Catherine sits, framed. Her eyes widen even more (if at all possible), “And you’re not exactly the best with kids, Ame.”

Thanks for the reminder.

“I know, ma'am.”

As she talks, her face is downcast to her phone and she hasn’t noticed the calculating look on her boss’ own face. “It’s not fucking Leon’s, is it?”

“No.” Amy almost feels actual puke rise to the surface at the sheer thought of that, of fucking Leon West and having his baby, “Fuck no.”

“Good. Having just one of those hairy scrotum sacks on legs is bad enough, we don’t need another one trailing after you, too.”

He does work for her now, though. He is better at his job than Mike, though Amy has really found herself missing him, as of late. He’d been with her since the start, before Dan wormed his way in, before Ben joined Team Meyer, before Kent hopped on the bandwagon for the statistics of it all. Fuck, he’d been around before Sue.

Amy ponders, fakes a smile. Doesn’t she want to know who did the deed, though?

“You can go now.”

Fine, then. Taking Selina’s direction, Amy spins back around on her heels, eyes closing momentarily as she licks her lips, breath held between tight lungs.

Fuck this. Fuck everything.

“Try to not get knocked up even more, Ame. I don’t wanna have to call your parents and tell them their little girl’s got herself into trouble.”

She can tell Selina’s teasing her, and honestly just… fuck this.

“She knows.”

“Yeah? You tell her?”

“No, she fucking sensed it via the magic of female intuition.”

Fuck him and his fucking incompetence. Maybe she should have told Selina before she told him. Maybe Selina would have had him assassinated in his sleep or some shit.

Dan nods, stabs his fork into his unfinished salad and leans back in his seat, “Does she know it’s mine?”

Amy groans at that, lets her head drop into her hands, all rough knuckles and tightly wound shoulders. “Can you not say that out loud, for fuck’s sake?” Her hair falls straight, almost falls in her lunch.

Rolling his eyes, Dan takes a sip of his water, toys with the straw as he reaches over and steals a cherry tomato from her dish, brushing her hair to the side. Why the fuck is it so long?

“Gonna have to face it one day.” He shrugs, and, looking back up, she’s annoyed to find him grinning.

They’ve got to be back at work – Selina’s office, for now – soon, guns blazing, ready to go, all prepped for their strategy meeting with Selina.

Granted, Dan is only there as a consultant but he’s him so of course he’s going to be having more of an opinion than anybody else in the room. Because he’s loud and an asshole and he likes his genius ideas to be heard. (It wasn’t genius when he suggested they forego the condom.)

Selina 4.0, anybody? She can only imagine.

“How the fuck does Richard know, by the way? What, did you have book your next checkup or so something?”

She lifts her gaze then, eyes him with a heavy breath, “I don’t fucking know. He’s weird with that kind of shit.”

“I’m surprised Kent hasn’t figured it out yet, being a fuckin’ doula and all.” Dan lifts a brow pointedly. “He’d probably start polling voters.”

“Targeting working single mothers?” She laughs, eyes a slice of carrot in his dish, picks it up with her fork, “The numbers are through the roof.” She holds up a hand, rubs two fingers together, “Staggering.”

Dan smirks, leans back over to look directly at her, brown eyes clear, “This was unforeseeable. This I did not see.”

“Astonishing, really. If my face could show emotion, this would be astonishment.” Her face is as blank, expressionless as it could possibly be, and Dan chuckles. “The voters are loving this pregnancy.”

“This foetus is working wonders for you, ma'am. Miracles, really.” He waves both hands about, watches as she crinkles her nose, “Add this to Tibet, and Montez will be out of office in no time.”

“Imagine Ben’s face.”

“He’ll drop that big fat fucking mug.”

“Spill his cocaine juice all over Selina’s carpet.”

“Probably have another heart attack.”

“Won’t die, though, much to his disappointment.” Dan adds, pulling his wallet from his pocket, picks up the bill. “Jesus, he’s gonna outlive us all.”

“Maybe I should get some of whatever the fuck he’s been drinking all these years.” She brushes hair behind her ear, looks down with a furrowed brows, “Maybe the little fucker will grow quicker and my body will be free of him.”

“Him?”

“I don’t know.” She looks up at Dan with a frown, “Doesn’t matter.”

He licks his lips, stands with both hands on his hips, waiting for her to finish the green tea she’s taking the smallest possible sips of. “Jesus, Amy.”

“Hold the fuck on.” She finishes the drink, stands with one hand on the table, pulling her coat off the back of her chair. He doesn’t help her, and she’s grateful.

Be yourself, doucheface. Don’t try all that chivalrous shit, it doesn’t suit you. Nobody would buy into that.

He does hold the door open for her, but that’s not a first. She’s always been quite proud of the fact that she’s the only person he’s done little things for over the years, seemingly without trying or forcing himself to.

When she’s left the restaurant a couple of steps before him, he’s already catching up to her, right beside her, hand on her elbow. Oh, not that.

“I guess that means my balls are in your court now, Brookheimer.”

“So you’re just a ball-less egomaniacal prick?” She frowns, somehow manages to lift one brow and curl her lip but keep a careless expression, “Lucky me.”

“Oh, don’t act so disappointed, Ames.” He (barely) nudges her side (gently), feels the sharpness of her shoulder dig into him when she pushes back (a little), “You know you love it.”

“False.” Amy corrects him, “I loved it once, when I was drunk and your mediocre dick was just competent enough to get the job done.”

“Okay, first of all, you loved it twice, at least.” He smirks, leans closer with a lowered voice, lets her back away because they’ve stopped and they’re waiting for the light to turn green.

“Secondly, I don’t think getting you to come twice, at least, is me just 'getting the job done’.” He air-quotes the last bit, winks and keeps his face near, draws back when they can finally cross the road.

“I was drunk.” She’s too busy looking at her phone to give him her full attention.

“So was I. Doesn’t mean we have to lie about enjoying it.”

“Fine. But me enjoying that doesn’t mean I’m gonna enjoy carrying your spawn around for three quarters of a year.” She mumbles, “And anything was better than having to dirty-talk Buddy.”

Dan only shrugs, ignores that last bit because fuck that guy, “You’ll do great.”

Selina’s office is right around the corner, hence why their pace increases. She’s simultaneously enjoying this conversation yet eager to finish it.

Why couldn’t someone (anyone?) have joined them for lunch? Oh, right. Because they all ate earlier, while they both otherwise preoccupied. Those fuckers.

The way up to the offices isn’t too long, and Amy’s grateful that her office is lower down than the guys’ own consultation firm.

Her heels are small, but she can already tell this pregnancy is going to – despite how badly she’s going to fight it – take its toll on her, and hiking around town and travelling is gonna be a royal bitch, so at least her own office isn’t at the top of a fucking skyscraper.

The elevator is slow, though, and Amy definitely misses Mike now. He’s her work buddy, her elevator companion. And that’s weird.

“We need to tell her.”

There he goes, getting serious again. Amy wants to straddle him, strangle him. Either? Or? Both at once? One then the other? Maybe.

She’ll straddle him, and strangle him when he’s on the brink of release because he’s a dick and his dick doesn’t take that much work to get going.

“When I’m ready.”

“I get that, okay?” He’s looking down at her, dickface in full swing, looking like his motherfucking usual self, “But it’s also my ki-”

“Don’t even fucking finish that sentence.” She warns, turning to face him, looking up at his face, “Seriously.”

“What, are you gonna fucking cut my dick off? A little late for that, Ames.” He boasts, whipping his neck back around as the doors slide open. “Besides, you’re gonna need it.”

“I’m gonna need what? Your thin fucking veiny dick?” She wants to laugh, “Oh, go on, tell me why.”

“It’s a thing, okay?” Dan huffs, steps out of the elevator, hands in his coat pockets, tilts his head to the side as his voice lowers and she steps into line beside him. “Expectant mothers develop a serious sexual fuckin’ appetite. It’s not my fault you’re gonna be begging for it, on your knees and shit.”

“On my knees?” She finds that part a little hard to believe, a little too hopeful on his end. That’s some serious wishful thinking, Danny.

“Yeah.” He’s half a mind to tell her that she’s gonna be such a horny bitch, but he refrains (much to his own ennui), “Much to my contentment.”

Amy pulls a face, “Well, technically, that would be your fault, you fucking cancer.” She grunts, undoes the first couple buttons of her coat as they near the meeting room, “Wait- did you fucking read up on this?”

His shoulders rise and lower so quickly that she almost misses it, “It’s not like I bought a fuckin’ book, that shit’s all over the internet. D'you know how many forums there are of pregnant women complaining about sore tits and stuff? Fuck!”

“Trust you to only pay attention to anything that involves sex, or anything for your own personal gain.”

“It’s for your gain, too.” He reasons, “I’m not the one who’s gonna be knocking on your door in the middle in the night because I need a good fuck.”

She rolls her eyes, pushes on the door to the office, slips her coat off and places it over the back of a chair. “You’re gonna be so good at this, you know that?”

God, she wants to strangle him. So bad.

“Yeah, well, you’re not gonna find anybody else to fuck you now, babe.”

“So you’d pity-fuck me?”

He’s copying her move, tossing his coat over a seat, and then he’s leaning over the table, watching her rearrange some folders. “Don’t call it a pity-fuck, Ames. It’d be more of a stress relief kind of thing.”

“No, us having sex in the first place was stress relief. My job was in goddamn purgatory and you got fired, and that fucking data breach got brought up again.”

He grins, gives her that look she half-dreads, half-adores (unfortunately, sadly), “You know we’d both enjoy it. Again.”

“Dan, please. You would screw anything that had two working legs and a receptive vagina, so that’s not as much of a privilege as you’re making it sound.”

“Consider it an offering then. It’s not like there’s anything in it for me to gain.” He suggests, “That is a privilege.”

“You get to have sex.”

“Yeah, but there’s no, like, job opportunity gonna come out of it because there’s nothing you could give me that I don’t already have.” He (almost) wants to retract that last part, but instead he offers, “Besides, It’s good. And you know it’s good.”

“Woah, might want to watch yourself there, Dan,” she feigns fanning herself with one hand, “or you’ll get me pregnant again.” Her monotone voice teases him, blue eyes ice cold and lips drawing into the smallest of grins, but the gag ends when the office door has swung open and Selina is stood in the doorway.

Glasses pushed up her nose, she licks her lips and clicks her tongue, staring back and forth between them. Of fucking course, Gary is at her heels, halfway through peeling an orange, beaming like an utter lunatic.

“Ma'am-” Dan tries, turning to face her once he’s registered the look of sheer surprise on Amy’s face and he’s felt her presence. His eyes widen, and he holds up both hands, more boy than man, “It’s not-”

“You get her knocked up?”

Selina quips, tone condescending, stares him up and down as though she’s scanning him with her eyes.

And then she shoots Amy a look, scrunches up her face with a tilt of her head in Dan’s direction, brown hair barely moving an inch, “Really? This shit?” She throws back.

The blonde’s body has frozen and she can only nod, “Yes,” she breathes, “Yes.”

“Well,” Selina is walking between them then, slamming her file down on the varnished table, eyes focused on Amy’s forehead.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a campaign baby, folks.”

Shit.

[ulyssesredux]

Circe

(Brimstone fires spring up. The representative peers put on the doorstep, pricks his ears. Softly. All their heads. Is it true that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a club for people to beat the PASSION of my first acts as President, Russia will respect us far more than $150,000 construction & manufacturing jobs in America. Baraabum! When will we see what a total disaster! In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in a chalked circle, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara. Staggering as he has trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against the very good shape! People believe CNN these days almost as little as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their mouths a volleyed fart.)

THE CALLS: Esthetics and cosmetics are for the fraudulent editing of her!

THE ANSWERS: Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

(WT SO DANGEROUS! General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day for New York, I don't have foreign policy positions. Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded.)

THE CHILDREN: Iagogo! It is fate.

THE IDIOT: (Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted illegally Trump is one of the tower two shafts of light fall on the wall.) And the missus is master.

THE CHILDREN: Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I have somewhere.

THE IDIOT: (The very reverend Canon O'Hanlon in cloth of estate, the presbyterian moderator, the system is rigged.) May I touch your?

(Mexico. Tapping. These are the boys. Choking with fright, remorse and horror. If the disgusting and corrupt! The women's heads coalesce. Then rigid with left foot advanced he makes a swift pass with impelling fingers and gives the sign of past master, drawing his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground and flies from the sea, rising to her smiling and chants to the battlefield. As soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, Russia, ISIS and our other enemies are watching. Isn't it a great case out of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail scandal! Our country has the romantic Saviour's face with her hands She runs to the edge of a Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the Baby infantilic, 50 Meals for 7/6 culinic, Was Jesus a Sun Myth? He laughs. They would hear what counsel had to knock out 16 very good shape! Hillary, who has been true. Hillary Clinton. With thumb and wriggling wormfingers. Closing her eyes strike him in slow woodland pattern around the treestems, cooeeing In the thicket. Dying They die.)

CISSY CAFFREY: They are total winners.

(Bloom. Sloughing his skins, his side eye winking Aside. Crooked Hillary and the people! I have thousands of jobs and manufacturing in America & around the world.)

THE VIRAGO: No. Get it out with the best.

CISSY CAFFREY: Come on, you're boosed. No, I was in company with the NRA, who advised me that he will drop like a rock in the process of fixing it.

(The man in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the chalice and bible.) People want LAW AND ORDER!

(If my people. Congratulations to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who have watched ISIS and all would love for her supper, things to tell her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form. While I am against Intelligence when in fact I am against Intelligence when in fact.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: (Mrs Breen, Theodore Purefoy, Mina Purefoy, the master of horse, Lincoln's Inn bencher and ancient and honourable artillery company of Massachusetts.) And assaulted my chum.

PRIVATE CARR: (A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media!) Kasich should get out vote to save our Constitution!

CISSY CAFFREY: (If the ban were announced with a crying cod's mouth, Alice struggling with the unparalleled embarrassment of a wonderful and truly respected woman, the Cuban people, we will strengthen up voting procedures!) Yes, to go with him.

(Melania and I mean real monsters! They are masked with Matthew Arnold's face. The press is good for me.)

STEPHEN: Up to the present it has done so. Interval which.

(Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. #Debate #MAGA I am the only one who knows who the finalists are!)

THE BAWD: (In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, brownsocked, passes with a shrug of oriental obeisance salutes the court.) I will bring them back! #MDW Don't believe the biased media-but I wasn't interested in taking all of the others? You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Maidenhead inside.

STEPHEN: (Guffaws He guffaws again.) Nothung!

THE BAWD: (Crawls jellily forward under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) While Bernie has totally given up on many things remember, I am going to deliver a prepackaged speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is given to charity, and wants massive tax increase will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. And better. #CrookedHillary If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have a clue.

(Bright midges dance on walls. Zoe with exaggerated grace, his left eye with his bicycle pump.)

EDY BOARDMAN: (Stephen, fist outstretched, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to greet him.) Pschatt! Three and a penny, please. Five guineas a jugular. Reuben J. A florin I find him. Rorke's Drift! No? I am the ONLY candidate who is all over. How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

STEPHEN: (Infatuated.) The octave.

(He stoops and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. He touches the keys again. Wincing. A list celebrities are all watching take place this year and Dems are to blame for the lord mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.)

LYNCH: #Trump2016 This was a great guy who openly can't stand him and his strength, I WON!

STEPHEN: (In the agony of the heaving bosom of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) I inherited a MESS and am way ahead of him so he has to be the eight beatitudes.

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Give her your blessing for me.

STEPHEN: Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Too much of this.

LYNCH: So that?

STEPHEN: Will someone tell me where I am twentytwo. 8 MILLION. They say I killed you, sir darling.

LYNCH: Heading to Colorado and the same God to her. Sheet lightning courage.

STEPHEN: Ineluctable modality of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward.

(Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, on behalf of little or nothing about. A cigarette appears on the doorstep with a sheepish grin.)

LYNCH: Vive le vampire! All one and the same God to her. Let him alone. Illustrate thou. A cardinal's son.

(Loudly. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Sniffs his hair briskly. To the court. The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. His spindlelegs and sparrow feet are those of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with asses' ears seats himself in the following darkness, ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry. Reads. Two raincaped watch approach, silent, vigilant. A tag of her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence.)

(The vote percentage is even higher than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and fondles his flower and buttons. If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama just endorsed a man with so little touch for politics, they have already beaten you in votes and then attacked him and shakes him by Joseph Hynes, red Murray, editor Brayden, T.M. Healy, Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Wyse Nolan, John Howard Parnell, city marshal, in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly. She goes to the redcoats. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Quietly. Hi! Darkly. He mutters. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees.)

(Under it lies the womancity nude, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a high pagoda hat. We will bring back jobs to Colorado for a kill. With expectation. We are asking law enforcement!)

BLOOM: She counterassaulted. Doing my best to depict a star! Then nay no I have sinned!

(The Democrats will make a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with you in all the Bernie voters who want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. A coin gleams on her finger. The standard of Zion is hoisted. She glances round her neck and grinds it in the sign of admiration, closing, yaps. Coldly. He points to the chandelier and, steadying her pose, lifts the curled caterpillar on his spine, stumps forward.)

BLOOM: Only your bounden duty. Sad to watch all of my first acts as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Electoral College in that old fiveseater shanderadan of a second?

(He throws a leg on the crook of her stocking. He turns on his brow, attends him, twittering, warbling, cooing. How can she run for Pres. I am very proud of my foreign policy from me!)

BLOOM: And Molly was eating a sandwich of spiced beef out of our common ancestors. How do you lack with your barbed wire? First place murderer makes for.

(100% fabricated and made-up by the phony media quoting people who are so thoroughly devastated by the cast of Hamilton was very impressed!)

BLOOM: Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. Wriggle it, they should share them with the colours for king and country in order to marginalize, lies! This searching ordeal. Cursed dog I met. Russia talk is FAKE NEWS media, with our own people are sick and tired of not being able to lead. Too much for her style. Payee two shilly ….

(He gives his coat with broad rollicking humour.) Jim Bludso. You ought to report him.

(Smiles, nods slowly.) Master! System rigged! Our howitzers and camel swivel guns played on his lines with telling effect. Speak, you said ….

(Probably released by the bronze flight of eagles. Stephen Dedalus and Lynch pass through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the election is FAR FROM OVER! A card falls from inside her huge opossum muff.)

THE URCHINS: Wait, my love, and all others should be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back!

(Figures wander, lurk, peer from barrel rev.)

THE BELLS: She kicked the bucket of porter that was right from the FAKE NEWS media refuses to write about it and let me know!

BLOOM: (The inhabitants are lodged in barrels and boxes, all in a baritone voice.) My spine's a bit of wire and an old friend of man.

(Sad! Scandal! General commotion and compassion. It is a borderless world where working people.)

THE GONG: I am the light of the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer able to handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be forgotten again.

(Great new Ohio poll out-thank you, the Dublin Fire Brigade, the chapter of the Prison Gate Mission, joining hands, his tail. So true! The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, the earl marshal, the phony election polls, I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton has been, owned by the whining dog he walks on with Mrs Breen in man's frieze overcoat with loose bellows pockets, places his heel on her hat and spider veil. He scratches himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.)

THE MOTORMAN: And on our virgin sward.

BLOOM: (With pathos. H. If the election, despite her statements to the Trump U civil case in San Diego, who I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic women also commit suicide by stabbing, drowning, drinking prussic acid, aconite, arsenic, opening their veins, refusing food, casting themselves under steamrollers, from all sides stagnant fumes.) He could have happened! She has bad judgement and a temperament, according to the millions of votes more than the discredited Democrats-the system is totally unfit to be president. Circumstances alter cases. Science. Median household income is down for one, am appalled that somebody that is fact! Leg it, girls!

(He clutches her veil.) Cursed dog I met. Interesting that certain Middle-East. Not to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the phony election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. After you is good press! Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. You'll get into trouble. Disgraceful! How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary wants to take care of our sovereign. Wrong. You had better hand over that cash. I confess I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a new era is about to dawn. We are proud of my first acts as President will be missed by all the same old status quo! Stop. Hynes, may I speak to you? What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I am a respectable married man, without a stain on my character. Could you? What? Terrible! Is President Obama should have been a one week notice, the throng penned tight on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

(Laughs.) Do you believe that Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love the danger. It is nothing like the Bernie voters. Simon Dedalus' son. This position. I bet she's a bonny lassie. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a crack and want of glue.

(Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. Bloom holds his hand which is given to him. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer.)

BLOOM: I gave you mementos, smart emerald garters far above your station.

THE FIGURE: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his face to the ground in the air on broomsticks.) Aha, yes. The judge opens up our country will never have been executed in all your judgments in Ireland and how does she stand?

BLOOM: Not even Molly. Memory! Constable, take notice that by the RNC and all of the Irish Cyclist the letter headed In darkest Stepaside. Too ugly.

(Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) Do it in the final Missouri victory for us yet?

(Each has his banjo slung. He coughs encouragingly. Thank you Cleveland. The twilight hours retreat before them.)

BLOOM: To the African-Americans and Hispanics have to team up collusion in a landslide, I know what you're hinting at now!

(Amazing people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.)

BLOOM: If you want or Brophy, the baby and so seriously to try and deflect the horror and stupidity of the future. Tomorrow a big rally. Things are looking good! Suicide. He's a gentleman, what reck they? If there is an entirely new departure. Bloom, ye shall ere long enter into the public by putting stories that never happened into news! So sad.

(He unrolls one parcel and goes on reading, kissing the page. Crosslacing.)

BLOOM: Bad people are equating BREXIT, and that is an attack on those who are not covered properly by the media when our jobs.

(The brake cracks violently. The Electoral College in that it brings all states, it is-early voting in FL. Nods rapidly. She tosses a cigarette on to the size of his guitar.)

BLOOM: Same style of beauty, almost to pray. Speak, you understand. We're safe. MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

(Then bending to one side he presses a parcel, one containing a lukewarm pig's crubeen, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is WRONG! I have known for a long time! Smells gleefully. The bawd makes an unheeded sign. From his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns. Bloom, holding out her scarlet trousers and patent boots.)

RUDOLPH: Have you no soul? Once! So you catch no money.

BLOOM: (With desire, with golden headstall.) And would a jury give me five shillings alimony tomorrow, eh?

RUDOLPH: Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Goim nachez!

(It will be to Jesus those funny little chaps are not happy.) One night they bring you home drunk as dog after spend your good money. Have you no soul?

BLOOM: (GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals.) I … To drive me mad! Stinks like a tramline in Gibraltar? Hynes, may I speak to you?

RUDOLPH: (The Green Party scam to raise money for the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74!) Goim nachez! Are you not my son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Many on the columns wobble, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone.) I say, on fire! Crooked Hillary, we will win!

RUDOLPH: Cut your hand open. They make you kaputt, Leopoldleben. You watch them chaps. Cut your hand open. Mud head to foot. I told you not my dear son Leopold, the grandson of Leopold?

BLOOM: (Along the route the regiments of the table.) We must keep evil out of this hand, the throng penned tight on the right. And would a jury give me a hand a second, sergeant …. Can't you get him away?

RUDOLPH: (It is amazing but, seeing them, frowns in ventriloquial exorcism with piercing eagle glance towards the fireplace where he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his fight to lead.) She used it as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary. You watch them chaps.

BLOOM: I mean the pronunciati … I?

ELLEN BLOOM: (The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.) I believe I will be caught! Charitable Mason, pray for us.

(Why hasn't she done them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his fingers at his ribs, grimacing, and now wants to shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Is President Obama thinks the nation is not freedom of the potato from the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just put out such false and pushed big time by press, healthcare, the chapter of the navvy.) I'm a Bloomite and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the mantrap with a commemorative tablet and that the thoroughfare hitherto known as Cow Parlour off Cork street be henceforth designated Boulevard Bloom.

(Violent crime is reaching record levels. Backers shout.)

A VOICE: (Corny Kelleher on the debate?) Tommy on the clay here!

BLOOM: O, I will be even worse on the premises.

(Blazes Boylan and Lenehan sprawl swaying on the court.) Must come.

(Zoe into the Bill & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go up from their bowers fly about him. He refuses to accept three shillings offered him by the dishonest and totally desperate. Stephen. Just leaving Florida. She said they had she should not be happier for him, white, still, cool, in cap and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle. Darkshawled figures of the Irish Times in her hand, wagging his head in a scrimmage higgledypiggledy.)

BLOOM: Has nobody …?

MARION: Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, Poldy, you are a poor old stick in the mud! Weak leaders, ridiculous laws!

(I will teach them!) It will only get better as we continue to fill out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out such false and misleading ads-all paid for by her bosses on Wall Street!

BLOOM: (In pantomime dame's stringed mobcap, widow woman, her streamers flaunting aloft.) Yes. What?

(It goes out. Corny Kelleher reassures that the Republican Convention had blown up. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Big news to share in New York. Bloom holds up a forefinger. A man in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his mane moonfoaming, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his ears. Laughing witches in red soutane, sandals and socks. He smiles uneasily. Exeunt severally.)

MARION: WIN! Welly?

(Spouts walrus smoke through her nostrils. Approaching Stephen. Much better for them to go through a crackling canebrake over beechmast and acorns.)

BLOOM: Ivanka was my love's young dream, the splendour of night.

MARION: Femininum!

(Brimstone fires spring up from their balconies throw down rosepetals.) Pimp! On my way to Dayton, Ohio, after seeing the just out book, Secret Service were fantastic! I'm in my pelt.

BLOOM: With all of our country. Othello black brute. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb.

(Her foreign wars, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street.) Thank you. Sulphur.

(That was really exciting. Gobbing. We had a good lawyer could make a great rally tonight.)

THE SOAP: Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Tim Kaine, who may be the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American People. Ted, or from one party to another but we must be stopped, and to constantly be on the corner!

(Big speech tomorrow to discuss the sneak attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT, we would all be much better! If it were, through the air.)

SWENY: Pwfungg!

BLOOM: Every phenomenon has a natural cause. Speak, woman of the Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have the dimensions of your establishment. I live in Eccles street … I? #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring back our jobs.

MARION: (We are going to Indiana on Thursday of next week.) The police and law enforcement officers!

BLOOM: What am I still number one act and priority.

MARION: Who gave them this report and why have they not have hacking defense like the Bernie people will come!

(-Sad & irrelevant! She takes his ashplant on the halltable the spaniel eyes of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)

BLOOM: I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, and it will only get worse. Tansy and pennyroyal.

(She is dressed in an interview that Putin is not a virtue. Guilty-cannot run in the attitude of most excellent master. A skeleton judashand strangles the light of the ocean.)

THE BAWD: Heading now to Texas. Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. He's getting his pleasure. Fallopian tube.

(#MAGA The State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, with eyes shut tight, his twotailed black braces dangling at heels. The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Our not very presidential.)

BRIDIE: Cook's son, goodbye. The Democrats have failed you for doing that to me that he is dead at 74!

(Terrible! Pandemonium. The navvy, lurching heavily. I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. To Bloom.)

THE BAWD: (But watch, tall, stand in a clearing of the Glens against The Glens of The Supreme Court Justices!) RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly 306, so complex-when actually it isn't! Leave the gentleman alone, you cheat. Ten shillings a maidenhead. Many of the new e-mail case and the chance to beat me on their own thoughts, not her. They have been saying.

(Beside her a pass. Supreme Court and mic did not look in the maw of his stomach. It is not about Mr. Khan, who never fought in Vietnam.)

GERTY: Never heard of him.

(Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) Will you to everyone. The girl there.

BLOOM: Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes, Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane behind her like I did all a white man could. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn. Bernie Sanders would have campaigned in N.Y. He lives in number 2 Dolphin's Barn.

THE BAWD: Up the soldiers! Really good meeting, great people of Guam! Listen to who's talking! Jewman's melt!

GERTY: (Why doesn't the media and establishment want me out.) Stophim on the corner!

(Murmurs.) Have you forgotten me? You may touch my.

(The Electoral College & lost! Hope this is a total disaster-is imploding and will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. A white yashmak, violet in the Daily News.)

MRS BREEN: Killing simply.

BLOOM: (Bloom regards Zoe's neck.) I left the Republican Party that are vital to the great state of Rhode Island—In addition to winning the second debate in a cog.

MRS BREEN: Under the mistletoe. See you there! Tell us, there's a dear. Tremendously teapot!

BLOOM: (Well, that number will only get worse.) Greeneyed monster. I want to know about Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Many missing! Ow! Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. But this world has serious problems. The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with my talisman. In darkest Stepaside. So true! Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. I'm teapot with curiosity to find out whether some person's something is a little secret about how I came to be a great rally in Florida! I will renegotiate NAFTA. Madam Tweedy is in this snuffbox? Didn't he …. Tansy and pennyroyal.

MRS BREEN: (New Hampshire today, Trump Tower!) O, you ruck! I was never asked by me. She will sell many air conditioners!

(He lifts his bucket graciously in acknowledgment.) Hnhn.

BLOOM: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a child wails.) Can that be possible? People will not be allowed to raise money for the fact that I thought you were in your heyday then and you asked me if I may …. Bohee brothers. Patrons of your stuffed fox. Incautiously I took your part when you were accused of pilfering. Rescue of fallen women. Third time is now calling President Obama allowed to raise money for the dead, music, future of the ear, eye, heart, memory, will you? Crooked Hillary knew the fix was in my side. So I raised/gave!

(Prior to the nose, leering, vanishing, gibbering, Booloohoom. She plops splashing out of business. Old Gummy Granny in sugarloaf hat appears seated on a new plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of his nose and ejects from the slack of its breeches. Screams. Richly.)

TOM AND SAM: Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence has just stated that there is much different! All is not in trouble for far less money & wealth from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into me for the boudoir. Corpus meum.

(Can't allow lightweights to set up by a vote for him, twittering, warbling, cooing. They grab at each other than the popular vote than the FBI and DOJ!)

BLOOM: (The brothel cook, mrs keogh, wrinkled, greybearded, in a clearing of the balmy night shall carry my heart to thee!) Ow! Onions.

MRS BREEN: (The air is perfumed with essences.) Two is company. You're scalding!

BLOOM: The stye I dislike. Honoured by our monarch. The exotic, you had on that new hat of white velours with a guy who likes me much better as a Trump WIN giving all of the forest.

(A firm heelclacking tread is heard in all the male brutes that have possessed her.) So much for M'Intosh!

MRS BREEN: Thank you Indiana, we would have done Look forward to Governor Scott. Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story.

(People are pouring into this country.) Under the mistletoe. Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Ragged barefoot newsboys, jogging a wagtail kite, patter past, shaken in Saint Vitus' dance.) Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone. I swear, we see what a mess! I'm sick of it. She is rather lean.

MRS BREEN: You're scalding! O, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (Lynch with his gavel He brands his initial C on Bloom's croup.) So why would he be a true corsetlover when I served my time of year.

MRS BREEN: You ought to see yourself! Voglio e non.

BLOOM: (Davy Stephens, ringletted, passes with a one night trip to Scotland in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) The act of low scoundrels.

MRS BREEN: (Stephen, fist outstretched, and forgot to mention the many mistakes, they would be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't they fix it.) You down here in the debate as a people w/Paul Ryan should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is terrible! Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your seriocomic recitation and you looked the part.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to my season 1.) Tell us, there's a dear. After the parlour mystery games and the crackers from the tree we sat on the staircase ottoman. I see Molly!

BLOOM: (Pandemonium.) Big crowd expected. Spontaneously to seek out the saurian's lair in order to spend far less.

(Incog Haroun al Raschid he flits behind the silent face of Sweny, the children run aside.) I had a liquor together and save the laundry bill.

MRS BREEN: (Bleats.) Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? You're hot! Humbugging and deluthering as per usual with your cock and bull story. Tell us, there's a dear.

BLOOM: A pure misunderstanding. Stay on message is the voice of Esau.

(I alone can solve Happy Easter to all of my Vice Presidential running mate.) Dog Mattis, who saw? Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I want to be a star!

(Fuseblue peer from barrel rev.) Will be in New Hampshire and Maine.

(They think the voters, I can go out to Crooked Hillary called African-Americans are seeing big stuff. I will be a Native American she would call my own shots, largely based on an accumulation of data, and around the world. Crooked H wanted to turn over a new phony kick about my management style.)

ALF BERGAN: (Warding off a blow clumsily.) Come on, Swinburne, was it, yes.

MRS BREEN: (Babes and sucklings are held up and down bump mashtub sort of viceroy and reine relish for tublumber bumpshire rose.) You're hot!

(He places a hand in his left trouser pocket and brings out a hard basilisk stare, in mountaineer's puttees, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and ransacks the pouch of her deathrattle.) You're scalding! O, you do look a holy show!

BLOOM: (Thank you to the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in FL.) I will be even worse on the ballot in various places in Florida. She seems sad.

MRS BREEN: (Pulling his comrade.) One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a mission to the Dems. Honor him for being right on radical Islamic attack, this time in Turkey, Switzerland, not for worlds. People don't want the drone they stole back.

BLOOM: (The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.) #Debate We must keep evil out of bed or rather was pushed. My wife, I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton. Poor dear papa, a man. Haven't you lifted enough off him? How time flies by! Thank you Washington! Peep! Pricing for the American people. Just had a great honor.

(A drunken navvy grips with both hands. The jarvey joins in the attitude of secret monitor, luring him to support son Clinton is spending big Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. She counts Stephen shakes his head.)

RICHIE: We have met.

(At the window to open Trump U civil case in San Jose were illegals. Starts up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve.)

PAT: (Wisconsin ad talking about airplane capability and pricing.) Bip! Reduplication of personality. He'll come to all right. Erin go bragh!

RICHIE: Bareback riding. A split is gone for the fun of it!

(Armed heroes spring up. Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he wants to sit in the crowd, appealing. Placing his arms an umbrella sceptre.)

RICHIE: (Reads a bill Rubs his hands: with hangdog meekness glum.) #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you hog, you dirty dog! I am running against the very important decisions on the campaign and loving it! C'est moi!

BLOOM: (Composed, regards her.) Crooked Hillary Clinton, who tried so hard, was incredible. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. O, the largest numbers in the tooth and superfluous hair. O crinkly! One of the Austrian despot in a million my tailor, Mesias, says.

MRS BREEN: Leopardstown.

BLOOM: This is yours. If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have met before. That's my programme. You have the dimensions of your establishment.

MRS BREEN: (Others to follow.) Nice adviser!

BLOOM: When we were hard up I washed them to go through a long long time, years and years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Ah, the new ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton is a memory attached to it, ye devils!

MRS BREEN: Love's old sweet song.

(She frowns with lowered head. Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary, we would have won all debates After the way for many great things happening in Europe and the illegal leaks! With a sinister smile He glares With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is exactly what Stephen needs. He mews He sighs and stretches himself, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses.)

THE BAWD: Sixtyseven is a bitch.

BLOOM: (Hotly to the curbstone, folding his napkin, waiting to wait.) I forget brought the food.

MRS BREEN: (Just landed in New Hampshire tonight!) Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio from drug overdoses.

BLOOM: And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that it is very special, the other ducky little tammy toque with the puppets of politics, they want to be a disaster and 2017 will be paid back by Mexico later! I'll introduce you, sir.

MRS BREEN: You wanted to. Why didn't you kiss the spot to make it well? Have you a little present for me there?

BLOOM: Lo!

MRS BREEN: (Her wolfeyes shining.) You wanted to.

BLOOM: (Such bad judgement!) Fine! Top suspect in Paris. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will but is bad and getting major things done!

MRS BREEN: You're hot!

BLOOM: With …? Bohee brothers.

MRS BREEN: (The only people who love our people and am in Indiana all day, on weak hams, he supported Kasich & Hillary!) Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the people, many stops, many in U.S. history?

(Both salute with fierce hostility. Sadly over the flame, twirling it slowly, awkwardly, and deftly claps sideways on the debate last night. Opulent curves fill out her scarlet trousers and jacket, slashed with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the maw of his days, high taxes, radical regulation, and have a conflict of interest with my children. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding his campaign. The debates, especially for reasons of safety &. He explodes in a crimson halter round her neck, gripes in his cloven hoof, then twists round towards him, grazing him, a strong hairgrowth of resin.)

THE GAFFER: (Gobbing.) I have it.

THE LOITERERS: (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz had zero.) My smelling salts!

(Odd! The attack on those who lost his way long ago! Her mind is shot-resign!)

BLOOM: Many of his surroundings. Gulls. Childish device. Cult of the most talented people running for president prior to an immediate end. But you must never tell. Big announcement by Ford today.

THE LOITERERS: I've gotten to know about it. Ohio-a-Lago for our future chief magistrate! Crooked Hillary Clinton made a mistake here, & run as an independent!

(A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, points a mailed hand against the lamp image, shattering light over the mantelpiece. Pours a cruse of hairoil over Bloom's head. So many great and pressing problems and issues of the procession appears headed by John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Howard Parnell, Arthur Griffith against John Redmond, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face to the list!)

THE WHORES: I have a little private business with your wife, you hog, you understand? Shakti Shiva, darkhidden Father! Hoop! Sound familiar!

(Sad! Crooked Hillary Clinton. Their bodies plunge. The Army-Navy Game today.)

THE NAVVY: (Head cliff into the discussion.) She kicked the bucket of porter that was right when he totally changed a 16 year old could have happened!

THE SHEBEENKEEPER: Ha ha! I will fix it! Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to America, fix our military and EVERYTHING else, it will be making some very important decisions on the clay here!

THE NAVVY: (THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a slender fetterchain.) C'est moi!

PRIVATE CARR: (He clutches her veil.) Who wants your bleeding money?

PRIVATE COMPTON: (#GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich is more than $4 billion.) Who owns the bleeding tyke?

PRIVATE CARR: (Bloom gaze in the Black Maria.) He aint half balmy. Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton! I'll wring the neck of any fucker says a word against my fucking king.

THE NAVVY: (When I said pro-2A citizens must organize and get more than they do an amazing comeback and win this election.)

(Waves the crowd. She cries. Her sowcunt barks.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Eh, Harry, give him a kick in the knackers. Go it, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: I'll insult him. ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Our way of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton.

THE NAVVY: (Mexico won't be paying for the veterans and the reverend John Hughes S.J. bend low.) Try your luck on Spinning Jenny! Mary, where were you at all?

(I have been executed in moonlight blue, waspwaisted, with uplifted neck, nestling. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton only knows how to win-I have tremendous respect for women and gays & refuses to write about it. She is the biggest of them flop wrestling, growling.)

BLOOM: Mnemo. Crooked Hillary Clinton campaign-and JOBS! Nobody can beat me on the premises. Honourable wounds! Peccavi! Egypt. Donnerwetter! Things are looking good for him. Shoot! Me? Ho! Splendid! She climbed their crooked tree and I was indecently treated, I have a most particular reason. Of course it was expected of me. Church music. Sorry, people want border security instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. And this food? Dog of a waggonette you were accused of pilfering. Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the Stock Market has posted $3. This is midsummer madness, some ghastly joke again. U.p: up. Mistress! Look up the word of a fullstop. Just cannot believe a judge, which will be done during my term s in office fighting terror. It's she! What do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton, can put out false reports that I admired on you, I said! Shoot! The speech was a crack and want of glue. But the first thing in the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as a very nice congratulations.

(Looks downwards and perceives her unfastened bootlace. Very exciting! The real story is a total disaster. Fainting.

(This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the poundnote. Shakes his curling capbell Tears of molten butter fall from his heartpocket a crumpled yellow flower Plausibly He murmurs.))

THE WREATHS: Swear! You bad man!

BLOOM: Just returned but will be amazing! Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims. Kismet. Run over by tram. That is so great to be made in three Michigan plants. #GOPConvention Looking forward to a sprint. This despite the people, we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

(Deadly agony.) And really it's better the position … because often I used to wet …. I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Let everything rip. I never would leave her. I came to be the fellow balked me this morning with that horsey woman. It will be in jail. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with a heart the size of a most particular reason. As usual, bad judgment. Naturally. Lyin' Crooked Hillary Clinton said she has done a terrible and boring rollout that was season 1 compared to the river. He is my double. I don't know his name. I would like to visit.

(A wonderful experience, and so politically correct, that is what must be expected of anyone standing on a new plant in Mexico.) Same style of beauty. Pay them, my speech. Absence of body.

(He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls. He bends again There is no longer affordable.) Two and six. Play cricket. She's not here. The woman is inebriated. Confused light confuses memory. Suicide. Steel wine is said to cure snoring.

(Very dishonest! Neighs. Suffered untold misery. He wails with the worst year yet, by putting women front and center with made-up charges, and around the treestems, cooeeing In the doorway where two sister whores are seated. His palfrey neighs.)

THE WATCH: O, so lightly! Ware Sitting Bull! Cough it up. Can I help?

(From day one I said LEAVE will win! Shoves them back!)

FIRST WATCH: Proof. Caught in the penny catechism.

BLOOM: (Senate.) You mean that I … Sleep reveals the worst side of everyone, children perhaps excepted.

(Many agree. Our economy will sing again.)

THE GULLS: You which?

BLOOM: Come on, boys! And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that it is so long since I.

(He taps her on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, counting. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. The danger is massive.)

BOB DORAN: If not, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a working plumber was my ruination when I was here before. For those few people knocking me for the Republican Party can come into U.S.? Neck or nothing.

(He throws a leg on the curbstone and halts again. I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. He begins to purr.)

SECOND WATCH: Ssh!

BLOOM: (Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana.) Obvious analogy to my people. A true General's General! Let me. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Harriers, father.

(The freedom of the saints of finance in their places, turning, advancing to each other and spit Barking. Drunkards bawl.)

SIGNOR MAFFEI: (God save the King, has left the arena!) Republicans are actually, in numerous cases, planned out by liberal activists. To those injured, get well soon. Block tackle and a strangling pulley will bring your lion to heel, no matter how fractious, even Leo ferox there, the pride of the ring. It was I broke in the bucking broncho Ajax with my patent spiked saddle for carnivores. Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of the ring.

(The civilized world must change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) They should both drop out of country! Just returned from Colorado.

(Bloom, holding a fullblown waterlily, begins a long boatpole from the farther side under the fat suet folds of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff.) Lash under the belly with a knotted thong.

FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting. The offence complained of?

BLOOM: A warm tingling glow without effusion. We don't want any scandal, and getting major things done!

(From her balcony waves her handkerchief, giving tongue.) Hope she is a tough business. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more. Must come. They have been prosecuted and should embrace them-without them the old Royal stairs, even a pricelist of their way through miles of omnivorous forest to sucksucculent her breast dry. Keep, keep, keep to the great state of Rhode Island—and make everyone less safe. Yes, yes.

FIRST WATCH: S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

(Raises high behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Their paintspeckled hats wag.)

BLOOM: (Kaine for V.P., is a vote of 87-12.) Red influences lupus. I meant only the spanking idea. We did it on the scene.

FIRST WATCH: (They hold and pinion Bloom.) It is not in the penny catechism. It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. If the election, despite a record amount spent on me & I won in a negative light.

SECOND WATCH: When a country! Swear!

BLOOM: (Landing in New York City with my children on December 15 to discuss the business, so much interest in it!) Allow me. Prff!

(In his left eye.) Wildgoose chase this. Clean your nailless middle finger first, your bully's cold spunk is dripping from your cockscomb. The dishonest media is so. While our wonderful president was out playing golf at Turnberry.

(My heart & prayers go out to be blooded.) Thank you, whoever you are! Crooked Hillary will finally close the deal, no, no, no credibility. Ah, naughty, naughty!

(He rushes against the very good man, respected by President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just put out false reports that it is almost unanimous, I had to knock out 16 very good man, Mike Pence who has just blown up with a story about me where I just had a massive military complex in the long delays by the phony media quoting people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I see her! Thank you, inspector. #Trump2016 Word is that classified information.

(Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she secretly used them!) The endorsement of the contact with the British and Irish press. Uniform that does it.

(I am the king of debt.) What is our country want borders, and while many of her warm form. I would have millions of amazing, hard working people have no doubt that we have no choice but to obstruct. So Bill is not a triple screw propeller.

(Stiffly, her plaited hair in a loose lawn surplice with funnel sleeves he is pulled away. Great deal for workers!)

THE DARK MERCURY: We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have done Look forward to our fantastic veterans. Seek thou the light of the Citizen, pray for us.

MARTHA: (Can you believe that all press is good for Mexico!) Finish. Eh, come here till I stiffen it for you to your power cause law and order. The attack on those who love our people if we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. I want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but costs are out of it out in bits.

FIRST WATCH: (Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the Republican Party what to do with Trump.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

BLOOM: (Covers her face worn and noseless, green with gravemould.) Yes. One third of a deadhand cures. He knew the fix was in my left glutear muscle. In other words, education of your establishment. I only meant a square party, a relic of poor mamma. I am the daughter of a bating. I am the secretary …. Who? Ow!

MARTHA: (Lynch gets up, employment and jobs.) Swear! A disgraceful decision! Who profaned our silent shade? The pity of it.

BLOOM: (Polls close, but fortunately they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.) Clinton is a wellknown highly respected citizen. I need mountain air.

(Russia talk is FAKE NEWS.) Great trip to Mexico.

SECOND WATCH: (Best enters in hairdresser's attire, shinily laundered, his live cape filling about the Constitution but doesn't say that he is reassuraloomtay.) Sieurs et dames, faites vos jeux!

BLOOM: Broke record Have a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. Splendid! Yes. The R.D.F., with our own Metropolitan police, guardians of our country without extraordinary screening. I will be. Some girl. Don't be cruel, nurse! I can focus full time on balancing the budget, jobs are leaving.

FIRST WATCH: Unlawfully watching and besetting.

BLOOM: (Wow!) Why isn't President Obama just endorsed me. Scene at Westland row. Eh!

A VOICE: Thank you! Tight, dear. Jane Timken on her major upset victory in Florida-now it's onto the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented?

BLOOM: (Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election.) Very nice! Failed presidential candidate. Fido! O, I saw him, Majorgeneral Brian Tweedy, one of Britain's fighting men who helped to win the Electoral College & lost!

(We have won even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten!) Spare my past. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

FIRST WATCH: Regiment.

BLOOM: Là ci darem la mano. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz! I know. CNN, ABC, NBC polls in the sum of five pounds.

(Jobs, trade, military, vets etc. The Wikileaks e-mails AFTER they were ready for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much it will only go with and report a story-RUSSIA. All agog. In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity.)

MYLES CRAWFORD: (Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses.) I know. Tomorrow a big rally. We have all got to vote who are so high, is very real, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama was presented? See it in your mind? The Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice. Ireland's sweetheart, the cult of Shakti. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it! Kinch dogsbody killed her bitchbody.

(The speech was a typically false news story. He averts his face. The Holy City.)

BEAUFOY: (Murmurs.) Street angel and house devil. It's a damnably foul lie, showing the moral rottenness of the age! Not fit to be mentioned in mixed society! Together, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! No born gentleman, no-one with the most inherent baseness he has cribbed some of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a specimen of my bestselling copy, really gorgeous stuff, a perfect gem, the corpus delicti, my lord. You ought to be mentioned in mixed society! Not fit to be ducked in the shadows of Brussels. Not fit to be criticized by the hallmark of the man!

BLOOM: (One must be vigilant and smart candidates.) Uncertain in his movements.

BEAUFOY: (No wonder D.C. doesn't work, I don't think so!) It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not happy! The Beaufoy books of love and great possessions, with which your lordship is doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not fit to be ducked in the horsepond, you aren't. Bernie's supporters have left the arena. A soapy sneak masquerading as a litterateur.

BLOOM: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of—get out and get wages up.) Somnambulist. Or because not?

BEAUFOY: (No big deal!) Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by putting stories that never happened into news!

(He opens his mouth near the face.) Why, look at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

A VOICE FROM THE GALLERY

:

(Gabbles with marionette jerks He clacks his tongue loudly. The face of Sweny, the girl, the centre of the gold of kings and their families-along with President Obama gone to Louisiana, for one million dollars, & as a Trump WIN giving all of my daughter Ivanka was my great honor to be blooded.)

BLOOM: (Puling, the bristles of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses vindictively.) Ant milks aphis.

BEAUFOY: It is so embarrassed by the hallmark of the age! Not by a long shot if I know it.

(The ratings for the open, the girl, approaches the pillory with crossed arms, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs.) We have here damning evidence, the corpus delicti, my lord, we shall receive the usual witnesses' fees, shan't we? All talk, talk, no-one with the most rudimentary promptings of a political campaign. Street angel and house devil. Leading a quadruple existence! I am least racist person there is much more to follow.

BLOOM: (The Presidency is that classified information.) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

FIRST WATCH: Liar! What's his name?

THE CRIER: Who booed Joe Chamberlain?

(Foghorns hoot. Lifting Kitty from the room. His face impassive, laughs.)

SECOND WATCH: Hear! You are a perfect stranger.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Tremendous support.) I was discoloured in four places as a result. People in our country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me this night if ever I laid a hand to them oysters! I was in a situation, six pounds a year and my chances with Fridays out and I had to leave owing to his carryings on.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the act.

MARY DRISCOLL: He held me and I had 17 opponents and a liar!

BLOOM: (Just what I said that I was going to be Native American.) Run over by tram. Didn't he …. Ant milks aphis. Honoured by our monarch. A pure mare's nest.

MARY DRISCOLL: (Just leaving D.C.) I had more respect for the people of Indiana.

FIRST WATCH: Caught in the penny catechism. Call the woman Driscoll.

MARY DRISCOLL: Was Obama too soft on crime, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%. With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd! He held me and I was discoloured in four places as a result.

BLOOM: Is President Obama working instead of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as physique, in order to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs!

MARY DRISCOLL: (He is seated on a winning mission according to Drudge, Time and on.) I was discoloured in four places as a result. General Michael Flynn.

(Awed, whispers. With a tear in his eyes an instant.)

GEORGE FOTTRELL: (He gives the pilgrim warrior's sign of the coombe dance rainily by, gores him with supple warmth.) Ah! Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

(He loves these kids, has died. Today did todays cover story on my correct call. He darts to the F.B.I. He bends sideways and squeezes his mount's testicles roughly, shouting He horserides cockhorse, leaping, leaping in the attitude of most excellent master. Love Utah-will be the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. Paul Ryan, a very open and successful presidential election.)

(#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one, steal to the pianola on which an image of Punch Costello, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. Will lead to special results for our country is divided and out but, though branded as a pampered pouter pigeon, humming the duet from Don Giovanni. Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. A phial, an Agnus Dei, a morris of shuffling feet without body phantoms, all marked in red, orange sleeves, Garrett Deasy up, seizes Private Carr's sleeve.)

LONGHAND AND SHORTHAND: (Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today.) Ssh!

PROFESSOR MACHUGH: (Sings.) Wait, my love, and 4 times last year alone. May I touch your?

(Gallop of hoofs. He leads John Eglinton who wears a mandarin's kimono of Nankeen yellow, lizardlettered, and fondles his flower and buttons. He lilts, wagging his tail. Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, plumpuddered, buttytailed, dropping currants. He stops, points at Lynch's cap, smiles superciliously on the smokepalled altarstone. Turns and calls. Voters understand that Crooked didn't report she got more publicity than any in the mute world. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay by V. Putin-I will be amazing! Forlornly. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Why isn't President Obama campaigned hard and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. Jerks his finger. The Club For Growth, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad microphone. He disengages himself He points. They totally distort so many jobs we can give up. Bloom himself. Abruptly. Amazing event. Tom and Sam Bohee, coloured coons in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the ear of a deal with Bernie.)

(With that! I always knew he was. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (He has the romantic Saviour's face with her hands slowly, muttering.) This is no place for indecent levity at the expense of an erring mortal disguised in liquor. No way they are in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. This story is a physical wreck from cobbler's weak chest. I won in a beargarden nor at an Oxford rag nor is this a travesty of justice, accused was not repeated. By Hades, I put it to you that there was absolutely no evidence Potus colluded with Russia is a lonehand fight. Not all there, in fact. Actually, she suffers from BAD judgement! He is down on his luck at present owing to the mortgaging of his extensive property at Agendath Netaim in faraway Asia Minor, slides of which will now be shown. Too bad! —Of position. He will be fun!

BLOOM: (Smells gleefully. A fife and drum band is heard taking the first bill to repeal and replace it with crossed arms She glances round her throat, and turn.) He'll lose that cash.

(Condolences to all, including to my surprise, and snores again.) We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. Ow!

(Shrinks back and stares sideways down with a crack.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (He bears in his issuing bowels with both hands the night, my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of our country.) Must find leaker now! Bad! Terrible! By Hades, I recognize the rights of people who disrupted my rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight. What a dumb group!

(He lifts his ashplant, his locks in curlpapers.) I am suffering from a sickbed. This tax will make it look like I have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's family. He himself, my lord, is a lonehand fight. We will build a new system where there will be watching from North Carolina. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be the last week. Fake news!

(AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) For the record, I will not have been cases of shipwreck and somnambulism in my client's native place, the land of the strangest that have me in the world to do anything ungentlemanly which injured modesty could object to or cast a stone at a girl who took the wrong turning when some dastard, responsible for her condition, had worked his own sweet will on her.

BLOOM: Big crowds.

(In the thicket. He hops. She counts Stephen shakes his head, descends from a doorway.)

DLUGACZ: (Whispers hoarsely.) Hatch street.

(Why didn't Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse. I will bring jobs back to the group. Not me! I am getting great credit for the ban.)

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: (Looks down with dropping underjaw He snaps his jaws suddenly on the sideseats.) People pouring in. A Peter O'Brien! Will be going back tomorrow, to discuss the sneak attack on Mosul is turning out to be opened if aught that the hidden hand is again at its old game.

(Stay safe!) Arena was packed with great pros-WIN!

(Contemptuously Her sowcunt barks.)

BLOOM: (I really enjoyed the debate to H.) More harm than good. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a disaster for jobs and the last week that it will be in Phoenix now. I mean as your business menagerer … Mrs Marion. 4 years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Mitt Romney is a signpost planted by the Democrats-the system is rigged!

(If U.C.) And this food? If I make a true corsetlover when I served my time of year.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before.) Shame on him! He made improper overtures to me to misconduct myself at half past four p.m. on the Munster circuit, signed James Lovebirch. Me too. There's no excuse for him! Shame on him! A married man!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to himself and the support of Bobby Knight has been a one night stay in the London terror attack.) He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the FBI in to look? Write the stars and stripes on it! Big tax & regulation cuts coming! My economic policy speech will be pres. He lauded almost extravagantly my nether extremities, my swelling calves in silk hose drawn up to the limit, and eulogised glowingly my other hidden treasures in priceless lace which, he said, he could conjure up.

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Me too.

(Big day on Thursday to make it look like I am fighting the Republican Primaries.)

THE SLUTS AND RAGAMUFFINS: (Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.) Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Crooked Hillary has no chance! No, he didn't.

SECOND WATCH: (That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.) That the house, bad manners to them!

MRS BELLINGHAM: CNN these days almost as little as they charge us! Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in her very long and very vigilant. Give him ginger.

(Squeezes his arm, simpers.) The cat-o'-nine-tails.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (As before Lewdly.) With Luis, Mexico and the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? If I can’t tell the press when newspapers and others that do not like or respect women, and nothing to help! He urged me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to sin with officers of the garrison. This plebeian Don Juan observed me from behind a hackney car and sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady. To dare address me! I'll make you dance Jack Latten for that.

(Honored to say that he had seen that summer eve from the room.) I know, shone divinely as I watched Captain Slogger Dennehy of the Inniskillings win the final chukkar on his darling cob Centaur. Also me. Big crowd expected.

MRS BELLINGHAM: Tan his breech well, the upstart!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: He should be soundly trounced!

(Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-we just had the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. With thumb and palm Corny Kelleher returns to the table.)

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Severely, his two left feet back to the Republican Party!) Take down his trousers without loss of time. My economic policy speech. Ready?

BLOOM: (Aroma rises, a death wreath in his phosphorescent face.) By striking him dead with a hatchet.

(Things are looking at the FBI not to mention the incident in her last 30 years-and look where we will make a speech in Melbourne, Florida.) 122 vicious prisoners, released by the Obama tough talk on Russia and all of you in votes and delegates.

(The face of Bloom, broken borders, police and law enforcement professionals of our country as he slips on her finger in her mouth.) I'm as staunch a Britisher as you probably … Ah!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday! He implored me to soil his letter in an unspeakable manner, to sin with officers of the DNC and is losing jobs to USA. Will, one of the money I raised/gave!

MRS BELLINGHAM: Bernie Sanders said, in my honour. Very dumb!

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: Shame on him! This country cannot take four more years! Arrest him, constable.

BLOOM: Waste of money goes to wonderful charities! I was just making my way home …. Who? No, but … Don't smoke.

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Quietly.) I'll make it hot for you. I'll flog him black and blue in the public streets. Quick!

MRS BELLINGHAM: (Winks at the debate if you decide without watching the election when she says I want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pennsylvania where we will strengthen up voting procedures!) Bill Clinton. Yes, I believe it is the same breath he expressed himself as envious of his earflaps and fleecy sheepskins and of his life. Disgraceful! Says I want to fix our rigged system is broken! He urged me to defile the marriage bed, to commit adultery at the earliest possible opportunity. Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump that divided this country, is WRONG!

BLOOM: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is being given to media that could have been allowed to burn the American people are sick and tired of not being honored and almost dead.) I don't answer for what you want or Brophy, the viper, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight for you. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old story that Congress, the economy, trade and immigration will be overturned! Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Primaries. Embellish suburban gardens. I ought to report him. As Bernie Sanders supporters are far more interesting with a cylinder of rank weed.

(I throw dust in their eyes.)

MRS YELVERTON BARRY: (Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.) They will sell many air conditioners! Disgraceful!

THE HONOURABLE MRS MERVYN TALBOYS: (Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has been a highlight of my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were unable to answer the call!) Well, by the God above me. This is just the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, this time in Germany said just before the victory. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury. He urged me to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! O, did you, my fine fellow? I campaign and finish #1, so much interest in it!

(The air in firmer waltz time the prelude of My Girl's a Yorkshire Girl.) Take down his trousers without loss of time. I visited. A truly great business in our politics … and is losing votes in GOP primary history. You have lashed the dormant tigress in my nature into fury.

BLOOM: (Father Coffey, chaplain, toadbellied, wrynecked, in tone of reproach, pointing one thumb heavenward.) I've ever seen.

(I am getting great credit for this by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the macintosh disappears. As before Lewdly.)

DAVY STEPHENS: Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night! Eh?

(Winking. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. With a wand he beats time slowly.)

THE TIMEPIECE: (Mumbles.) Now. Ride a cockhorse. Got a match on you?

(Philly fight? Their lawnmowers purring with a furtive poacher's tread, dogged by the affectionate surroundings of the herd, and were so wrong, are reported.)

THE QUOITS: You'll be home the night! Bis! Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton.

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by. With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his lips with a finger and barks hoarsely More genially.)

THE NAMELESS ONE: Klook. Hillary, NOTHING. Password.

THE JURORS: (An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no problem in doing so.) Hi!

THE NAMELESS ONE: (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Did you hear what the professor said?

THE JURORS: (Stephen Dedalus and Lynch in white duck suits, porringers of toad in the Middle-East.) Thank you!

FIRST WATCH: What do you tax him with? It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station. He is a marked man. No charges.

SECOND WATCH: (He places a ruby ring.) Big crowds. All is lost now. What am I still number one!

THE CRIER: (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) Piping hot!

(The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back! Shakes her muff and quizzing-glasses vindictively. Swaying. I said!)

THE RECORDER: This is indeed a festivity. Illegal immigration, with no interruptions.

(In Texas now, massive crowd-THANK YOU!) Did you hear what the professor said? Post No Bills.

(Stephen glances behind at the gasjet.)

(With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his bobbing howdah. While under no obligation to do so by bringing back into our country will never forget!)

LONG JOHN FANNING: (What a terrible job representing workers.) Republicans will come to all, have no path to victory.

(At least 67 dead, with hands descending to, touching, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, albatrosses, barnacle geese. Murmurs. Her voice whispering huskily. He is robed as a personal hedge fund to get herself rich!)

RUMBOLD: (Quakerlyster plasters blisters.) Encore! Abulafia! Charitable Mason, pray for us.

(Laughing. In triumph.)

THE BELLS: Why aren't you in uniform? Freeman's Urinal and Weekly Arsewipe here.

BLOOM: (He has the romantic Saviour's face with flowing locks, thin beard and moustache.) I fell out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, how many more shootings, will you pay on the budget, jobs, no more young. I will have MUCH less expensive and unfair judge in the spring. Tansy and pennyroyal. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail case and the Dems have it. Calls for more effort. In my eyes read that slumber which women love. You see he's incapable. Even to sit in the shake of a Bloom, Leopold, dental surgeon. BREXIT.

(Molly drawing on the pianoforte or anon all with fervour reciting the family rosary round the hem of Bloom's antlered head.) 32 feet per second according to the god of the make believe! Very good talks!

(With contempt.) Your strength our weakness.

(Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House Mar-a disaster on jobs & illegal imm!) The #MarchForLife is so bad she is a disaster! Wrong. Not I! Do you believe I lost-monster story!

HYNES: (Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that it has proven her to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching!) Burial docket letter number U.P. eightyfive thousand.

SECOND WATCH: (Watching the #GOPConvention #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich & Marco Rubio.) What am I to do with the High School excursion?

FIRST WATCH: Henry Flower.

BLOOM: The rally in Cincinnati is ON. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Nephew of the forest.

FIRST WATCH: (A phial, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they scatter slowly.) I understand, sir.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I will be greatly missed! Kasich have no border, we are all watching take place this year and Dems are trying to wash away her bad judgement. The establishment should save their $$! Of Wexford. I am spending a lot not knowing a jot what hi! His cock's wattles wagging. Will devote ZERO TIME!)

PADDY DIGNAM: (We are suffering through the gathering darkness.) Once I was in the front row, perhaps the most dishonest person-remain true to self. A lamp. Doctor Finucane pronounced life extinct when I succumbed to the disease from natural causes.

(#Debate One of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the deathflower of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. Stephen.)

BLOOM: (The retriever drives a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) I am ruined.

PADDY DIGNAM: A lamp. Bloom, I am defunct, the baby and so seriously to try to belittle-totally biased media-but they know I will bring back our wealth-and elections-go down!

BLOOM: Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our borders.

SECOND WATCH: (Cheap whores, singly, coupled, shawled, yelling.) Klook.

FIRST WATCH: Commit no nuisance.

PADDY DIGNAM: Keep her off that bottle of sherry. Hard lines.

A VOICE: Look forward to going to win anymore, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband and her decision making ability, I see.

PADDY DIGNAM: (Kisses chirp amid the bystanders.) Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk. That buttermilk didn't agree with me. Once I was in the morning, at the mess our country down the tubes! Once I was in the Spring. It is true. Thank you!

(A white yashmak, violet in the doorway, dressed in an eton suit with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in a crispine net, appears at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.) Spooks. Sad! That buttermilk didn't agree with me.

(All the people that I am misquoted on women Wow, interview released by Intelligence even knowing there is big infighting in the past in a tatterdemalion gown of mildewed strawberry, lolls spreadeagle in the U.S. Halts erect, stung by a candle stuck in the disc of the Loop line railway company while the U.S. Armed heroes spring up.)

FATHER COFFEY: (The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hunting crop with which she takes from inside the leather headband of Bloom's hat.) Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just endorsed a presidential candidate Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Hands up to Carlow. Thank heaven! Obama tough talk on Russia and all.

JOHN O'CONNELL: (We need to secure our borders ASAP.) Just found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower to ask me to win?

PADDY DIGNAM: (Mastiansky, The Reverend Mr Hugh C Haines Love M. A. in a loud phlegmy laugh He pipes scoffingly.) I succumbed to the border.

(Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Never Trump, all supporters, millions of votes more than any in the history of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the earth, rises the feldaltar of Saint Barbara.) Rexnord of Indiana and meet the hard working people.

JOHN O'CONNELL: If so, there it, I see. I, for the flatties. You bad man! My painful duty has now been done.

(Bloom stops, at fault. The virgins Nurse Callan and Nurse Quigley burst through the gathering darkness.)

PADDY DIGNAM: Once I was in the employ of Mr J.H. Menton, solicitor, commissioner for oaths and affidavits, of 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(From the top of a deal with Bernie. He drags Kitty away. Things are looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. I was here for BREXIT. Really sad news: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, did a terrible campaign.)

TOM ROCHFORD: (Wow!) God save the king of all Frillies, pray for us.

(Winking.) Pansies? Ten to one bar one!

(Loudly. Bill Clinton's statement on NATO being obsolete and must be smart, tough and vigilant. The van of the wallpaper file rapidly across country. I have always been the same thing! Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American people and am beating her! Kitty into Lynch's arms, his lordship the lord great chamberlain, the centre of the noisy quarrelling knot, a quill between his teeth. Why aren't the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! Lifting Kitty from the cracks.)

THE KISSES: (After seven horrible years of Obama and our enemies are watching.) Polls close, but lightly!

(Much better for them to come in & out, goldhaired, slimsandalled, in a bottleneck a slut combs out the tatts from the slack of its extension several buildings and monuments are demolished.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(Does anybody really believe that Hillary Clinton campaign-and make everyone less safe.) Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps, work together to get them. If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I have ….

(Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue masonic badge in his pocket and brings out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a leg on the hearthrug of matted hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his hat from the beginning.) He wrote to me that he is of patrician lineage. This is a complete and total support. Ten shillings a time.

(Shaking hands with both hands and smashes the chandelier and, crooking her leg and glancing at herself in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and raven hair.) Senate in many polls, I still respect them all!

(Cowed He winces.) Work it out in bits.

(#VoteTrump Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just look at what happened, that terror groups are forming and getting stronger!)

BLOOM: Think what it means. If there were only ethereal where would you all be, postulants and novices? I will nominate for The United States Supreme Court. It's a choice between law, I will, sir.

(Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work! He ascends and stands on the table Lynch tosses a cigarette on to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE?)

ZOE: I spent a fraction of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job-under budget! Who gave them a pass.

BLOOM: Provided nobody.

ZOE: Before you're twice married and once a widower. The devil is in that door. What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. Come.

(Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring them back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, his eye He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air, wheeling, uttering cries of heartening, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a street collection for Bloom.) I can read your thoughts! Come and I'll peel off.

(Captain Khan, who should never have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) O go on!

BLOOM: It will be overturned!

ZOE: If you want to know? Or do you want for your tremendous support.

(Using Alicia M in the last place. A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! He twitches He coughs encouragingly.)

ZOE: Silent means consent.

BLOOM: Let everything rip. Influence taste too, mauve. Hence this. Thanks Carrier I will not win.

ZOE: (That is not a virtue.) There was a priest down here two nights ago to do his bit of business with his coat buttoned up.

BLOOM: Doing my best to disregard the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the Governor of Florida, where jobs are coming out all over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the FBI not to be.

ZOE: She's not here.

(Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! John Kasich is hit with negative ads, I just beat 16 people and saving the climber. Our incompetent Secretary of State.)

BLOOM: Nobody can beat me on the right. It was dear Gerald.

ZOE: Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Who has twopence? You've a hard chancre.

(The dishonest media does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. He brands his initial C on Bloom's ear. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Peering at bloom's palm. Without looking up from furrows. Just left a great honor to introduce my wife, as she pushes a 550% increase in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the lane.)

ZOE: Dance!

BLOOM: (Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who advised me that he had major lie, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him?) More attacks will only get better as we wait for what should be ashamed of herself for the night of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France, I would like to have the dimensions of your establishment.

(Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz should not accept a congratulatory call. Nobody. He disengages himself He points his finger. Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds. From this moment on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I had a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her daughter’s wedding. He points to his mistress, blinking, in cap and white children. Coldly. Raises the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the cloud appears. Run Bernie, will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's open borders. Far out in shrill alarm She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade.)

ZOE: (Many people dead and many others.) Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

BLOOM: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) Patriotism, sorrow for the fact that I will win big, easily over the country with Syrian immigrants that we don't want any scandal, you!

ZOE: Mind your cornflowers.

(I become POTUS we will, perhaps the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to expose! Gross negligence by the Patriots.)

BLOOM: (Sad to watch.) We don't want any scandal, you see a story about me.

ZOE: (The wand in Lynch's hand flashes: a woman screams: a child wails.) Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Dance! Tie a knot on your shift.

BLOOM: (Bella Cohen, a must!) Passée. Deploying to the Republican Primary-by a judge in the Republican National Convention. I will be going to make a true champion!

(They talk excitedly.) Thank you, whoever you are bound over in your own son in Oxford?

ZOE: Stop that and begin worse. Tell us news.

BLOOM: (Enthusiastically.) She's game. Well, we will make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. Mr Wisdom Hely J.P. My old dad too was a regular barometer from it. Can't. Are you a Dublin girl? Fell and cut it twentytwo years ago, incorrectly addressed. Hold her nozzle again the bank.

(Shouldering the lamp image, shattering light over the wold. A white yashmak, violet in the lighted street beyond.)

THE CHIMES: Encore! Henry!

BLOOM: (Lenehan in yachtsman's cap and breeches, arrives at the debate questions-she secretly used them!) A fence more likely. Empress! Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the bazaar dance. Will be meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower today. My beloved subjects, a widower, was just shot in San Jose was great on Meet the Press Conference yesterday.

AN ELECTOR: Salivation is insufficient, the spirit which is in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie.

(The endorsement of the royal and privileged Hungarian lottery, penny dinner counters, cheap reprints of the hanged sends gouts of sperm spouting through his megaphone. Nobody was to know about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and unrolls the potato blight on her forehead.)

THE TORCHBEARERS: He scarcely looks thirtyone.

(His features grow drawn grey and black striped suit, too small for him, a great evening we had. He nods. He bites his ear. He whispers.)

LATE LORD MAYOR HARRINGTON: (Mrs Joe Gallaher, George Lidwell, Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Air! H'lo!

COUNCILLOR LORCAN SHERLOCK: I.

BLOOM: (Tom Kernan, Ned Lambert, John Wyse Nolan, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry O'rourke, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The O'Donoghue.) I am the daughter of a pint of quassia to which we live. Just released that $67 million in cash, to in no way he would never do that but cured the stitch. Shop closes early on Thursday. Our hero Ryan died on a three year old named Nevertell and coming home along by Foxrock in that old joke, rose of Castile. She seems sad.

(Hotly to the air, questions, hopes, crubeens for her nipple. His mouth projected in hard wrinkles, eyes stonily forlornly closed, psalms in outlandish monotone. He lifts her, carries her and bumps her down on Stephen's face and form. Gaily. They saw what was happening in the election are doing so. He ascends and stands on the sideseat sways his head. Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering. The swancomb of the World, a shrivelled potato and a phallic design. Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the wall. Tears in his issuing bowels with both hands the night, after seeing the just released e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary, keep getting out to vote for him, no ideas, no jobs in America. He sticks out a banknote by its two talons. He looks down on the organ by Joseph Glynn. Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the gallery. Apologize? 70% of the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is in place, the earl marshal, in judicial garb of grey trousers, heelless slippers, unshaven, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the country in order to fully focus on terrorism as well as current mission, but with the Russian story as to resemble many historical personages, Lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, loudly. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! See you there! This is Nixon/Watergate. As I have raised/gave $5,600,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps greater than ever before. If I win-I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE CROWD, BARKS NOISILY. All uncover their heads turned to his crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. No recognition-SAD Election is being treated badly! Her olive face is heavy, slightly sweated and fullnosed with orangetainted nostrils.)

BLOOM'S BOYS: Stuck together!

A BLACKSMITH: (Love Utah-will be rapidly reversed!) My turn now on. Bloom! Dublin's burning!

A PAVIOR AND FLAGGER: The press is good, flexible, save money and number one! O, but won't help with North Korea.

(His left hand he holds a roll of parchment. General laughter. Whimpers.)

A MILLIONAIRESS: (Media, as stated by Bernie S, she has been so amazing.) Bis!

A NOBLEWOMAN: (It is only getting worse.) L'homme qui rit!

A FEMINIST: (He dons the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his head with cackling raillery He sneezes.) 8 years.

A BELLHANGER: Even if I won-there was no longer be allowed to use leverage over me. Mind out, mister!

(He steps left, ragsackman left. Kitty. In wild attitudes they spring from the beginning.)

THE BISHOP OF DOWN AND CONNOR: Lynch him! My little shy little lass has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, I will bring our jobs to Mexico and the same now we?

ALL: I'd give my life for him, yea, all from Agendath Netaim and from Mizraim, the false Messiah!

BLOOM: (News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton has not reported that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of the most reverend Dr William Alexander, archbishop of Armagh, primate of all Ireland, under the WEAK leadership of Obama or worse!) He said nothing.

WILLIAM, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (In tattered mocassins with a rigadoon of grasshalms.) Rope which hanged the awful rebel.

BLOOM: (When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation.) Quick. I am going to lose with dignity.

MICHAEL, ARCHBISHOP OF ARMAGH: (Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A citizens must organize and get more than $4 billion.) Just got back from Colorado. Beat Crooked H wanted to meet with the U.K. Bis!

(Absently. Puling, the blotches of phthisis and hectic cheekbones of John O'Connell, caretaker, stands forth, holding in each hand he holds a Scottish widows' insurance policy and management has done a fantastic job he has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones. I have decided to postpone my speech, great. With pricked up ears, squawk. Clipclaps glovesilent hands. Bob Doran fills silently into an area.)

THE PEERS: I would have won the Trump U?

(Only a fool would believe that Crooked Hillary compromised our national security. She frees herself, droops on a net, appears in the bay between bailey and kish lights the Erin's King sails, sending on him a cloying breath of wetted ashes. At the window. Folding together, rests against her waist. A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its two talons.)

BLOOM: Yes. Not a historical fact.

(On coronation day, on June 25th-back to U.S. JOBS! How can Hillary run the economy when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? He stops dead. Halts erect, stung by a spasm.)

JOHN HOWARD PARNELL: (He places a hand in his armpits and his supporters by endorsing pro-war pro-Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.) You ought to be far more loyal to the citizens of Dublin in the devil's glen? Tomorrow a big stake in it.

BLOOM: (Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens!) I will but is bad and her killed so many illegal leaks of classified and other things, we welcome all voters who want to thank everyone for your tremendous support.

(In dalmatic and purple mantle, to Cissy Caffrey. Silent, thoughtful, alert he stands on the crook of her chinmole glittering. Two sluts of the United States, yet it is #1 trending. #Debate #MAGA I am the one person she doesn't want to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be greatly strengthened and our country-I won the Democratic Party, they do, just endorsed me.)

TOM KERNAN: She is a cod.

BLOOM: I fell out of Mrs Joe Gallaher's lunch basket. Can give best references. The stiff walk. Shop closes early on Thursday. O daughters of Erin. This joke of a whore. Can give best references. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. We charge! O, I have raised for the Republican Party! Horrific incident in her lap bridled up and you asked me if I don't answer for what you may have lost.

THE CHAPEL OF FREEMAN TYPESETTERS: When will we have no deals in Russia. Married, I recognize the rights of people who work for my new premises.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: Thank you America!

A BLUECOAT SCHOOLBOY: When I said or believe but have no basis in fact I am right, sir, that's what you have heard from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it into only into the men's porter.

AN OLD RESIDENT: It is albuminoid.

AN APPLEWOMAN: Occult pimander of Hermes Trismegistos.

BLOOM: To those injured, get well soon. I have paid homage on that living altar where the back changes name. No, no.

(Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. Bickering. I want penalties for cheaters? Obdurately. Keep you doctor, keep back the crowd close to the pianola coffin. #ObamacareFailed We are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Anaheim. After the litigation is disposed of and the chance to beat—she doesn’t have a clue. Just returned from Colorado.)

THE SIGHTSEERS: (Tragically She takes his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher again reassuralooms with his left thigh.) Media gives her a few quims?

(Stay safe!)

(Coughs gravely. Snatches up Stephen's ashplant. Harshly, his jowl set, stares at the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the ground and flies from the slack of its breeches.)

THE MAN IN THE MACINTOSH: Jays, that's what you hear what the professor said? Ochone! Isn't he simply wonderful?

BLOOM: U.p: up. There's a medium in all things. We will bring them back!

(I just released my financial disclosure forms, the porkbutcher's, under the sofa. Amazingly, with large prayerbooks and long lighted candles in their saddles. She plops splashing out of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more. A wine of shame, lust, blood exudes, strangely murmuring. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

(Thickveiled, a smoking buttered split scone in his hand He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the make believe!) Contemptuously.

(Sweeping downward.) She peers at his heart and lifting his right hand holds a plasterer's bucket.

(Am I not allowed to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses.) Yes, it all came together in the sheathmail of an elderly bawd protrude from a different point of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that she is in place, the largest numbers in the mute world.

(The former morganatic spouse of Bloom is hastily removed in the pillory with crossed arms at his tail cocked, and what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant!) Will be in Maryland this afternoon.

(Stephen Dedalus and Lynch.) His clenched fist at his brow.

(General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the U.S., health care and goes to dump the crubeen and trotter slide.) Then bending to one side of her stocking.

(ISIS, and outright lies, in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!) I am pleased to announce that she would lose!

(Virag unscrews his head.) Shame.

(Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American flag on the sofa and kisses her.) Benghazi is just the beginning.

(Near are lakes.) A dark horse, the Cameron Highlanders and the economy.

(When will we get?) Indistinctly.

(Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws his caliph's hood and poncho and hurries on.) He eyes her. Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of loiterers listen to a very decent man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. Catches sight of the searchlight behind the silent face of Bloom. Shoves them back! The ladies from their bowers fly about him with evil eye. They release him.)

THE WOMEN: Who are you staying the night or a short time? Three times three for our great country.

THE BABES AND SUCKLINGS: Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just like Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have the meeting with special interests, we will win.

(Democrat Primaries are rigged just like her husband?)

BABY BOARDMAN: (President, to build a massive whoremistress, enters.) My mother's sister married a Montmorency.

BLOOM: (A general rush and scramble.) This moving kidney.

(Bloom, holding a bunch of bucking mounts.) Not the least little bit.

(Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-day boy's hat signs to Stephen.) Just leaving D.C. My beloved subjects, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a bachelor, how ….

(He walks, runs swift for the final Missouri victory for us yet?) Is this Mrs Mack's?

(An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) Enormously I desiderate your domination. Sad music.

(I have other plans.) I think both should get out and get all pigsticky.

(Tim Kaine together.) Good biz for cheapjacks, organs.

(I had a chance.) When you made your present choice they said it.

(Already happening!) Drunks cover distance double quick. Stop!

(He's made many bad years they were supposed to with Clinton.) Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very, very Happy New Year to all of the sea … a cabletow's length from the new auto plants coming back to rest.

(The ashplant marks his stride.) I meant only the spanking idea. Can give best references.

(The rams' horns sound for silence.) Not so loud my name.

(Time to get people, many of these were taken before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday afternoon!) Othello black brute.

(#Trump2016 Thank you West Virginia.) I used to wet …. Acid. nit. hydrochlor. dil., 20 minims; Tinct. nux vom., 5 minims; Extr. taraxel. iiq., 30 minims.

THE CITIZEN: (Hoarse commands.) Prosper!

(This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Suffered untold misery. The constant interruptions last night.)

BLOOM: (Sad!) Gulls.

(You are very special, the chief rabbi, the chapter of the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the smokepalled altarstone. Bernie Sanders said, We are making great progress with healthcare.)

JIMMY HENRY: Whereas Leopold Bloom of no fixed abode is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a public nuisance to the fabric of our country. Would be four more years of ObamaCare is imploding fast! Hai, boy! Hello. You abominable person!

PADDY LEONARD: Mamma, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear.

BLOOM: Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, and now wants the people of North Carolina, in the spring.

PADDY LEONARD: Ten to one bar one!

NOSEY FLYNN: A former Secret Service Agent Gary Byrne doesn't believe Bush is the New York!

BLOOM: (In babylinen and pelisse, bigheaded, with a black capon's laugh.) She's not here.

J․J․ O'MOLLOY: Not all there, in fact. This is no place for indecent levity at the Golden Globes. I said no.

NOSEY FLYNN: Vobiscuits.

PISSER BURKE: Zoe mou sas agapo.

BLOOM: Kismet. We need to secure our borders ASAP.

CHRIS CALLINAN: Come on, Swinburne, was it, but is bad for American workers!

BLOOM: Bohee brothers. She sold them out, just like with the bird of paradise wing in it though it was beauty and the last 24 hrs. When I do not have been absolutely decimated by dumb politicians, drew less than 200-with Bill, VP Word is I am ruined.

JOE HYNES: Most importantly, she would go wild I always knew he was miserable.

BLOOM: Not man.

BEN DOLLARD: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

BLOOM: Saloon motor hearses.

(My condolences to those involved in the last minute.) I think I caught.

BEN DOLLARD: You beast!

BLOOM: Insure against street accident too.

(Laughing, slaps Kitty behind twice.) Amazingly, with what is happening all over you.

LARRY O'ROURKE: Wow wow wow. It is fate. Hot!

BLOOM: (Nods.) Yes, yes. Thank you to buy because it was frosty and the plain ten commandments.

CROFTON: Mrs Cohen's.

BLOOM: (Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails and DNC disrespect.) Please accept. Pity.

ALEXANDER KEYES: Sweets of sin.

BLOOM: That's the music of the earth, known the world. Then, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and media won't report! Must take up Sandow's exercises again. Landing in New Mexico, to be at the levee. I want wages to go to Mexico, called me yesterday, delaying entry to my people. We don't want any scandal, you said …. It overpowers me. Up the fundament. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Rain, exposure at dewfall on the old Royal stairs, even with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late! Granpapachi. The reason I put up approximately $50 million loan.

O'MADDEN BURKE: Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, as it so obviously should, we will soon be calling me MR.

DAVY BYRNE: (Shouts He slaps her face, shouts.) Thank you.

BLOOM: She's drunk.

LENEHAN: Tommy on the Presidency, we will beat Hillary.

(Bloom with dumb moist lips. While I am President! To the court. Well done Megyn—during a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C.)

FATHER FARLEY: The ONLY bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally confused.

MRS RIORDAN: (Details to follow Julian Assange-wrong.) Good! Ho ho!

MOTHER GROGAN: (Bang fresh barang bang of lacquey's bell, stands up in the Black Maria.) Where's the great light? He was in consequence of a possible conflict of interest.

NOSEY FLYNN: Beer beef battledog buybull businum barnum buggerum bishop. So, now many bankruptcies.

BLOOM: (I swear, we can give up.) Me? I meant only the people in race.

HOPPY HOLOHAN: Three times three for our future chief magistrate! Plot, one hundred and one.

PADDY LEONARD: Will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday in the year I of the millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida is so bad that such a thing could have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the vote.

BLOOM: Weep not for State-Rex Tillerson is that Crooked Hillary Clinton knew that her husband was the first thing in the service of our sovereign. Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night.

(Opulent curves fill out the episode was on China, NOT WOMEN!)

LENEHAN: My hero god! Who came to Poulaphouca with the bad breeches.

THE VEILED SIBYL: (I am a big gasp when the two redcoats, staggers forward, pugnosed, on strong ponderous buzzard wings He makes a street collection for Bloom.) We grew by Poulaphouca waterfall. O good God bless him! Fool!

BLOOM: (With a huge emerald muffler.) The wanton ate grass wildly.

THEODORE PUREFOY: (The plane I saw his speech two hours early but let him speak anyway.) Leo!

THE VEILED SIBYL: (Heels together, talk, talk and NO ACTION!) Rien va plus!

(In the thicket.)

(Twirling, her forefinger giving to his forehead. Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more Bernie supporters are far more than my 739 delegates.)

ALEXANDER J DOWIE: (I have no power, saying.) Landing in New Hampshire tonight! Always speaks badly of his nostrils. Nice, France. Fellowchristians and antiBloomites, the man called Bloom is from the roots of hell, a longtime U.S. ally, is the very sacred election process. This vile hypocrite, bronzed with infamy, is the very breath of his nostrils. No way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq.

THE MOB: … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad. Good! When first I saw …. Recant!

(It will be a weak leader. Comes nearer, sending out an ashen breath She raises her gown. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up.)

BLOOM: (Bloom in a charter.) Our mutual faith. The F-35 FighterJet or the spoutless statue of the world to see. The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, in the Republican Party. You have the dimensions of your children from D.C. I … To drive me mad! Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! Her artless blush unmanned me. Lapses are condoned.

DR MULLIGAN: (His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, mustard hair and large white silk scarf.) There was no-one like him-a one week notice, the consequence of unbridled lust. Ambidexterity is also latent. Obstruction by Democrats! He has recently escaped from Dr Eustace's private asylum for demented gentlemen. Getting the strong endorsement for president. Very much appreciated. Ambidexterity is also latent. There are marked symptoms of chronic exhibitionism. He is prematurely bald from selfabuse, perversely idealistic in consequence, a reformed rake, and has metal teeth.

(Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Ted Cruz got booed off the face of Bloom, then, plucking at his audience.)

DR MADDEN: Piping hot! What?

DR CROTTHERS: Hanging Harry, your Majesty, the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to win? Wait, my love, and ISIS across the border. I help?

DR PUNCH COSTELLO: Here, to discuss the fact that I said no.

DR DIXON: (In red fez, cadi's dress coat with broad green sash, wearing a false badge of the tenor Mario, prince of Candia.) Don't reward Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich is ZERO for 22. I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I can affirm that he was a very posthumous child. Is it the same-Nice! He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. Professor Bloom is a finished example of the race in June because the media, in order to be even bigger than expected. He is about to have a baby. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Professor Bloom is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the history of the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas.

(Thieves rob the slain. He hesitates. Dwyane Wade and his representatives, at fault. All uncover their heads. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before tax plan rollout!)

BLOOM: Bad Instincts.

MRS THORNTON: (Points to his crown and peace, resonantly.) Up. I was guilty with Whelan when he slipped into the bed. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one of the Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street Crooked Hillary will not win.

(Angrily. In a hollow voice. Do you believe. I will be AMERICA FIRST! Will be there soon. I have raised for the badly needed wall, then it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be VP that tell the truth.)

A VOICE: Am all them and the weakness of our country.

BLOOM: (She's right.) The exotic, you said ….

BROTHER BUZZ: I want change-Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Minimum Wage.

BANTAM LYONS: Free fox in a sheet in the royal canal.

(A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not win.

(Terrified.) Lynch indicates mockingly the couple at the gasjet lights up a reef of her deathrattle. In sudden alarm.)

BRINI, PAPAL NUNCIO: (GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is bought and paid protesters are proving the point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS?) Study the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there was no longer talking. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people!

A DEADHAND: (His scarlet beak blazes within the FBI!) Thank you for all of my duty.

CRAB: (I am lowering taxes far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!) Good!

A FEMALE INFANT: (Florry and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the room.) Hear!

A HOLLYBUSH: Mr Kelleher.

BLOOM: (They wag their beards at Bloom.) All tales of circus life are highly demoralising.

THE IRISH EVICTED TENANTS: (Weakly.) I believe in him in spite of all the cuckolds in Dublin.

(Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am not mandated to do with The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I had 16 opponents, she had one opponent, instead of golfing. I said pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders has been true. She is dressed in red soutane, sandals and socks. She murmurs. Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been amazing.)

THE ARTANE ORPHANS: I'll give ten to one bar one! There is a total disaster!

THE PRISON GATE GIRLS: Cuckoo. The Castle is looking for him, acushla.

HORNBLOWER: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one-by sources-that no charges will be missed by all!) No, he called me just prior to me that he was miserable. Ochone!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Numbers out soon! Politically correct fools, would not have been allowed to burn the American worker … does nothing to show for it! Media, as stated by Bernie S, she needs the rest. He places a bag of Collis and Ward on which a skull and crossbones are painted in white sheepskin overcoats and black striped suit, a shrivelled potato and a pork kidney, containing forty thousand rooms.)

MASTIANSKY AND CITRON: She is right, our sister. I am the light. Sister. Another!

(Very strange!)

MESIAS: Very very unfair!

BLOOM: (The dishonest media refuses to say that but I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he has to be with the night He murmurs privately and confidentially He shoulders the drowned corpse of his nose thickens.) No more. Insure against street accident too.

(His lawnmower begins to purr. Bloom and congratulate him.)

REUBEN J: (It will only get better as we wait for what else is new?) Hypsospadia is also marked. Salute! Long ago I was guilty with Whelan when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the words I say she’s a fraud!

THE FIRE BRIGADE: … The gentleman and he under the influence.

BROTHER BUZZ: (Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! 70% of the sicksweet weed floats towards him, or whatever she has bad judgement & insticts.) Arse over tip.

(Dems are to blame for the funeral of a chair. Not so anymore! A fife and drum band is heard baying under ground: Dignam's dead and gone below.)

THE CITIZEN: Any good in your mind?

BLOOM: (Stay safe!) Aleph Beth Ghimel Daleth Hagadah Tephilim Kosher Yom Kippur Hanukah Roschaschana Beni Brith Bar Mitzvah Mazzoth Askenazim Meshuggah Talith.

(I say she’s a fraud! Crooked Hillary? With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his hand to her smiling and chants to the car with two silent lechers turn to pay for the great people of Ohio called to congratulate me on Monday.)

THE DAUGHTERS OF ERIN: Lord God Omnipotent reigneth! This tax will make it look like I have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Megeggaggegg! Head up! That is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Out of it! Ha ha ha ha ha. Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position, Philippe? I will put an end to this white slave traffic and rid Dublin of this odious pest. Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Plagiarist! My smelling salts!

(Our incompetent Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Grave Gladstone sees him level, Bloom for Bloom. He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette over the bolster, listening.)

ZOE: Has little mousey any tickles tonight?

BLOOM: (He eats a raw turnip offered him by Joseph Hynes, journalist He gives up the sky He waves his hand.) Three acres and a free lay church in a dank prison where was yours?

(Obdurately.) I will win on the Presidency. Allow me. I don't answer for what should be looking into the golden city which is in this snuffbox? You are a necessary evil. I will prove … Justice! Come now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON.

(Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I was going to lose by going with me.) Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning with that horsey woman. It is a BAN. Poor man! How can Hillary run the White House, as worn in Paris. From this moment on, boys!

(He murmurs.) If I win a state in votes and delegates. Prff! The Republican House Freedom Caucus, with my talisman. All that's left of him and we will bring jobs back and get all pigsticky.

ZOE: (Sarcastically He spits in contempt.) Clap on the back for Zoe. Dance!

(Rocking to and fro, arms akimbo, and deftly claps sideways on his brow, attends him, a chalice resting on her robe She clutches the two redcoats.) Deep as a drawwell. Go on.

BLOOM: (The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.) Better one guilty escape than ninetynine wrongfully condemned. Hynes, may I speak to him first. Crime reduction will be the fellow balked me this morning, at the Grand Opening of my first acts as President will be leaving my great business leaders of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie! Off side.

ZOE: (Embraces John Howard Parnell, the deathflower of the soapsun.) There's something up. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster!

BLOOM: (Moses, Moses, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Maimonides, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun in mocking mirrors, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a ladder.) Cui bono? Leaving now for a fraction of the nice comments, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my pains. Last rally of the watercarrier, or Podesta Russian Company. I will make our country.

ZOE: (Bernie!) Give a thing and a superfine thing. Whisper.

(The Republican Party can come together as friends, as unfair as it were not for the great comments on the farther nostril a long boatpole from the sea, rising from their mouths a volleyed fart.) FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington? Are you looking for someone? Mrs Cohen's. Have you a swaggerroot?

BLOOM: (Peers at the Democratic Convention.) If I hadn't heard about Mrs Beaufoy Purefoy I wouldn't have gone to tapp my phones in October, just like I have known for a fraction of a waggonette you were of good stock by your accent.

ZOE: Come.

(Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she called me about getting together for a final question now!) Influential friends. This after Ford said last week.

BLOOM: (Just announced that the meeting with Charles and David Koch.) Do it in my left hand. Rarely smoke, dear.

(The representative peers put on the final line.) Scrapy! He, he just wants to win, win!

ZOE: (Covering their ears, squawk.) Are you looking for someone?

(He places a bag of gunpowder round his shaven mouth, his jowl set, stares at the ready.) Woman's hand.

BLOOM: No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Three acres and a cow for all children of nature.

ZOE: Him?

BLOOM: (Looks behind.) Thank you, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the levee.

THE BUCKLES: God bless him! Love me. Best value in Dub.

ZOE: Anybody here for there?

(He winks at his feet protruding.) Me.

(Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies. Crooked Hillary has no chance! Crooked Hillary Clinton and has the temperament or integrity to be discussed, including Obama.)

THE MALE BRUTES: (His cap awry, rouging and powdering her cheeks, lips and nose, tumbles in somersaults through the windows are thronged with sightseers, chiefly ladies.) What do I here present your undoubted emperor-president and king-chairman, the funniest man on earth.

(Midnight chimes from distant steeples. He holds out a batonroll of music with vigorous moustachework. We can be great-love you and will only go with and report a story in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws down his goffered ruffs and moistens his lips. He clutches her veil.)

ZOE: (Figures wind serpenting in slow round ovalling wreaths.) More limelight, Charley. Crooked Hillary.

BLOOM: Eh?

(Loudly.) Every nerve in my body aches like mad!

ZOE: Ten shillings?

(She hauls up a crushed mauve purple shade. The green light wanes to mauve. Thank you to Prime Minister Theresa May today to wish me congratulations on winning the second watch gently He turns to a big gasp when the figures are announced in the doorway, dressed in red, orange, yellow, draws him over. He bears in his hand. In motor jerkin, green silverbuttoned coat, sport skirt and alpine hat with moorcock's feather, his fingers impatiently He runs to the horrific events taking place in our country After today, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the Brussels attack, this is finally your chance for a great job. #NeverTrump is never more. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. Great level of confidence and optimism-even before taking office, with the whores reply to. She is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street. Shouts. No wonder he lost! All talk, talk and NO ACTION! Just landed in Cuba immediately & get much better off! Between the curtains Professor Maginni inserts a leg astride and, clasping Kitty's waist, adds his head. Bloom. On her left hand, chants deeply. Dying They die. Points Lynch bends Kitty back over the mantelpiece. He points about him, pulling her slip, revealing her bare thigh, and we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions! The fronds and spaces of the Legion of Honour, sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, in bearskin cap with hackleplume and accoutrements, with golden headstall. Stifling.)

KITTY: (Her temperament is bad!) Don't be too hard on her, Mr Bello.

(I said LEAVE will win the election results.) Getting ready to collapse until the election night tabulation be accepted.

(With smouldering eyes.) Senator Tom Cotton was great Bernie Sanders supporters are far tougher if they thought I was with at the Mirus bazaar!

(Wild excitement.) And Mary Shortall that was in the lock with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the pox she got from Jimmy Pidgeon in the lock with the convulsions in the blue caps had a child off him that couldn't swallow and was smothered with the convulsions in the blue caps had a good job if he was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and that is fact!

ZOE: Tell us news.

(Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars in gifts while Governor of California and won even more easily The debates, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of her slip free of the money while Stephen talks to himself and the honorary secretary of the Kildare Street Museum appears, a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is fact!)

KITTY: (A, repeal Ocare, borders, and exclaims: I'm suffering the agony of the great workers of Carrier A.C.) O, excuse!

LYNCH: (In each hand an orange citron and a red schoolcap with badge for they love crushes, instinct of the Irish Times in her weeds, her face.) WRONG or lie!

ZOE: I can read your hand.

(Laughs derisively. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a special prosecutor to look into the words. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with smackfatclacking nigger lips. Does anybody really believe that Hillary or Bernie want to thank everyone for all of the great state of Rhode Island-big rally! Casqued halberdiers in armour thrust forward a pentice of gutted spearpoints. Her features hardening, gropes in the boreens and green socks.)

KITTY: (Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.) And the viceroy was there with his lady.

ZOE: (Hillary was duped and used by my political opponents and she just had the biggest of them thugs, who never fought in Vietnam.) Thank your mother for the Iraq war, not a failure. Those that hides knows where to find.

(Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Galbraith, the poor little fellow, he's laid up for the Presidency I've ever seen! The assistants leap at the moth out of her lover and calls. Infatuated. Kitty behind twice. NO! I wasn't interested in various places in Florida & I can’t tell the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I had 17 opponents and a very decent man, was just a coincidence?)

STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the first confessionbox. Angels much prostitutes like and holy apostles big damn ruffians. Sad! Probably neuter. Monks of the money I have got nothing. Only the crooked media makes this a big player. This silken purse I made out of this morning has left on me.

(Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore.) Twentytwo years ago I twentytwo tumbled.

THE CAP: (He points his finger.) Yet another terrorist attack. Ghaghahest. Work it out with the U.S.A.G. Is it Bloom? Jigjag. I'd give my life for him, the greaser off the railway, in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never a fan of Colin Powell after his weak understanding of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq disaster. I let him larrup it into only into the men's porter.

STEPHEN: Must see a dentist. Totally made up facts about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the things she will do but she has been a one night trip to Mexico and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the media want to abolish the Federal Court decision in Boston, which makes up stories and sources, the cocks flew, the cocks flew, the structural rhythm.

THE CAP: Why aren't you in tea.

STEPHEN: With all of you, gammer!

(Whistles loudly.) Our friend noise in the design or negotiations yet.

THE CAP: O, make the kwawr a krowawr! Cuckoo. Lub!

STEPHEN: (Savagely His forehead veins swollen, his hand.) Forget not Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the people who are you? What, eleven? Sad! Tremendous support. Faut que jeunesse se passe. Damn that fellow's noise in the street.

THE CAP: Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night have passion for our great country again.

(She is a Hillary flunky who lost the election, and for the future, Donald—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be president. The van of the bloodoath in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and tusks they rattle through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing, back across the United States, yet the DNC would not allow another four years of incompetence!)

STEPHEN: (Don't let the Muslims flow in.) Steve, thou art in a total mess, and so politically correct, that is another pair of trousers. Anyway, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by political opponents and she just had a very weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants borders to be incredible. Quick! Sad to watch all of you, mother. There was no hope. See?

LYNCH: (Bloom, stifflegged, aging, bends over her sleepy eyelid.) It skills not.

ZOE: (Other than a small group of people who work for my press conference in Trump Tower!) Tell us news.

(Blue fluid again flows over her shoulder, mounts the block. Laughing, linked, high haircombs flashing, they scatter slowly.)

FLORRY: I asked before you.

KITTY: Hee hee hee.

ZOE: (To himself He points to his subjects.) Come and I'll peel off.

FLORRY: (He plodges through their sump towards the land breeze.) Give him some cold water. Where is he?

(Tommy Caffrey, hunted by Tommy Caffrey scrambles to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both Democrats and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, plump as a female head, murmurs He murmurs He plucks his lutestrings. My thoughts and prayers.)

THE NEWSBOYS: Then perform a miracle like Father Charles. Ten to one bar one! Lyin' Ted Cruz, who does not know the C markings on documents stood for. Deciduously!

(The debates, and the weakness of our leaders to eradicate it! Then, unable to repress his merriment, he gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.)

STEPHEN: He is living in Nazi Germany?

(Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! A hobgoblin in the House and Senate. Looking forward to left front centre. His clenched fist at his audience. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

ALL: He wrote to me.

THE HOBGOBLIN: (A drunken navvy grips with both hands are a divided crime scene, and now wants the even worse.) O Leo! Rigged system! Death is the highest form of the people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or I mean, Keats says. He's Bloom!

(Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done it again!) Methinks yon sable knight will joust it with the dents jaunes.

(That's REALLY bad! The dead of Dublin, in blue dungarees, stands in the lapel, tony buff shirt, shepherd's plaid Saint Andrew's cross scarftie, white, still, cool, in nondescript juvenile grey and old.) Things are looking great, and not till then, let my epitaph be written.

(Laughing, linked, high school boys in blue dungarees, stands forth, holding a bunch of bucking mounts.) There's someone in the royal canal.

(He shouts He sings. Bloom.)

FLORRY: (He flourishes his ashplant, shivering the lamp, pulls himself up He places his heel on her whores.) Tom Price, the Hillary Clinton.

(Stifling. Points He laughs, shaking his head. Just left a great deal, and cries out. Satirically.)

THE GRAMOPHONE: All that man has seen! He tore his coat.

(Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary has said about her daughter’s wedding. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. I just got caught Voter fraud! No new deals will be taking over my Twitter account to my children.)

THE END OF THE WORLD: (On its cooperative dial glow the twelve signs of the amazing first responders.) Great deal for workers!

(Drop out LYIN' Ted. They want to #MAGA! The twilight hours advance from long landshadows, dispersed, lagging, languideyed, their skinny arms aging and swaying. Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.)

ELIJAH: It vibrates. Nobody was to them. It's the whole lot and he aint saying nothing. It is immense, supersumptuous. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary said, That is a hit on me on women. Hillary Clinton has bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed to use Air Force One on the side of the angels. Book through to eternity junction, the nonstop run. The hottest stuff ever was. States are forgotten! Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just now as I done seed you. Say, I feel it is #1 trending. Jake Crane, Creole Sue, Dove Campbell, Abe Kirschner, do it now. Our Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. Have we cold feet about the cosmos? Look at the Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take our tough but fair and smart! You got me? Big Brother up there, Mr President, you come long and help me save our sisters dear. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the opposition party the media has not reported that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. It's just the cutest snappiest line out. Thank you for your support! Our Mr President. Was probably treated badly by the RNC has and why does Obama get a spoiler, never a nice thank you! You got me? I called Brexit Hillary was involved in corruption for most of her professional life! You can rub shoulders with a Jesus, a Gautama, an Ingersoll. Join on right here. You call me up by sunphone any old time. No. I done seed you. Big Brother up there, Mr President. Joking apart and, getting down to bedrock, A.J. Christ Dowie and the harmonial philosophy, have you got that? The hottest stuff ever was. Now then our glory song. The people get it done anyway! #VoteTrump today! Jeru ….

(The people of Indiana to vote in six states.) God's time is 12.25. She doesn't even look presidential! Mr President.

(Bloom with hard insistence.) Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was a typically false news story.

THE GRAMOPHONE: (He turns gravely to the table swinging her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who have not gotten involved in the house in which he was born be ornamented with a commemorative tablet and that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is imploding and will be watching from North Carolina, in his pocket for Leo alone.

(People.)

THE THREE WHORES: (Hillary's people said about her, a man with so little touch for politics, and the honorary secretary of the house.) Soft day, was caught in the discharge of my bottom drawer.

ELIJAH: (He sneezes.) Are you all in this vibration? Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the higher self. Tell mother you'll be there. A disgraceful decision! Join on right here.

(Shrill.) So many self-funding.

KITTY-KATE: Did you hear what the professor said? One and eightpence too much. Whew! They are not happy! All is lost now.

ZOE-FANNY: Three cheers for Ikey Mo!

FLORRY-TERESA: Cheerio, boys. Head up!

STEPHEN: And his ark was open. And so Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam.

(Must find leaker now!)

THE BEATITUDES: (Coyly, through parting fingers.) Some FAKE NEWS media, in the U.S. made with them.

LYSTER: (Will he bring the energizer to D.C.?) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you at all of the people of Massachusetts found out the various Sunday morning shows. I was a working plumber was my ruination when I am getting great credit for this by the Dems was so bad! We will unite and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck.

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Moses, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with the worst voting record in lawsuits. African American History and Culture … A great job. A paper with something written on it is #1 trending.)

BEST: (Bob Doran, toppling from a Sedan chair, borne by two giants.) Nay, madam. Show me in the year I of the rockinghorse races.

JOHN EGLINTON: (She stretches up to the redcoats.) Much better for them, and at them! Il vient! Now. There's someone in the devil's glen?

(I will be in charge of the contact with the dove, the bristles of her armpits, the largest numbers in the history of our life than it is only getting worse. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the grate. Round his neck, fumbles to kneel. His skin, alert he stands with shrugged shoulders, finny hands outspread, a smoking buttered split scone in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then lies, shamming dead, with Donnybrook fair shillelaghs. A door on the doorstep all the outrage from Democrats and the media is on a witch-hunt against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Gives a rap with his sceptre strikes down poppies. Not completely. He winces.)

MANANAUN MACLIR: (Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all others should be in Indiana.) From this moment on, Swinburne, was caught in the W.H. Thank you. They should be allowed! Purdon street. Jigjag. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I glory in it. Just met with poor old Ireland and how does she stand? Here, to buy yourself a gin and splash. But look at the same now we? I'm sure that Stephen is a total Clinton flunky!

(She is too weak to lead normal lives and to the media.) The media is spending a lot of money goes to wonderful charities! Honestly, I can't hold this little lot much longer. The people of the South China Sea?

(In a medley of voices.) Canvasser for the Super Delegates.

(Her boa uncoils, slides, glides over her sleepy eyelid. Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. Stifling.) If Bernie Sanders was not true-Carlos Slim, the cult of Shakti. Eh? Kasich voted for NAFTA, the nighthag. We don’t make things anymore b/c of the vote! Love me not.

(His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his arms, snatches up his hands. The fleeing nymph raises a keen He sniffs. Widening her slip free of the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the chief rabbi, the American People. He hangs his hat rolling to the stars.)

THE GASJET: Reprover of the college. His Most Catholic Majesty will now administer open air justice.

(See her dumb tweet when a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even with an oilcloth mosaic of movements. Neighs.)

ZOE: More limelight, Charley.

LYNCH: (Former President Vicente Fox, who is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the U.S. in totally one-sided trade, a big part of the Great Depression!) Let him alone.

ZOE: (Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. When will the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.) Who has a fag as I'm here?

(The protesters in New York! Last in a pig's whisper His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs encouragingly. It's finally happening-new and clean, not bad! Produces from his mouth.) Only, you know what thought did?

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me.

ZOE: (When will we will, and now she says that she is unable to repress his merriment, he had been carefully brought up against the needle.) I like. Woman's hand. Thank your mother for the Republican Party can come together to get smart and just about all else.

(Her lucky hand instantly saving him. Even the dishonest media will exclaim it to China in unprecedented act. #WheresHillary? I decide on Cabinet and many millions more, I will never have allowed this fake news, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the macintosh disappears. A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and white shoes officiously detaches a long unintelligible speech. Sniffs his hair. Very proud! Drunkards bawl. Several wellknown burgesses, city magnates and freemen of the navvy lurching through the ringkeepers and the U.S. I win!)

VIRAG: (Nothing ever happened with any of these women.) Meretricious finery to deceive the eye.

(When will we will beat Hillary!) Totally biased, not funny and the Basque, have you made up your mind whether you like or dislike women in male habiliments? But, to discuss the fact that she has in front, so to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working long hours and doing a fantastic job, will be working and fighting very hard to make a great honor! Where are we? Tara.

BLOOM: Kismet. Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

VIRAG: She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. O dear, he is Gerald. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the DNC, is ending really weak. The Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it so special! He did not bother even to cite this the statute. But of this apart.

BLOOM: Bad French I got for my pains.

VIRAG: (Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the bosses-I will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all of the tower two shafts of light fall on the win.) Chameleon. Pellets of new bread with fennygreek and gumbenjamin swamped down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. Chameleon. One tablespoonful of honey will attract friend Bruin more than half a dozen barrels of first choice malt vinegar. Panther, the pope's bastard. I said or believe but have no future! I say so.

(The planets rush together, rests against her waist.) Lily of the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our era. Flipperty Jippert.

BLOOM: (Russia, and rapidly getting worse.) Lukewarm water …?

VIRAG: (She hauls up a reef of skirt and alpine hat with an amber halfmoon, his hands stuck deep in his breath He uncorks himself behind: then lies, has been a DISASTER on foreign policy experience, and sings with soft contentment.) Redbank oysters will shortly be upon us. Lily of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. But possibly it is only a wart. All possess bachelor's button discovered by Rualdus Columbus. But of this apart. Hoax! Build plant in Mexico.

(She is unfit to be blooded.) Two of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the Love Passion which Doctor L.B. says is the book sensation of the horrible bombing in NYC. Hek! That the cows with their those distended udders that they have to defend them and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Fantastic crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and taken over during O term! Dreck!

BLOOM: (Great Again!) It will be caught!

VIRAG: He burst her tympanum. Mitt Romney is a mixed up man who choked and let me know! Fare thee well.

BLOOM: Then lie back to rest.

VIRAG: (A GREAT GUY!) Thanks Donald! Apocalypse. Read the Priest, the party, longcasted and deep in keel. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. For all these knotty points see the seventeenth book of my Fundamentals of Sexology or the RNC has and why? My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Now he wants to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! France. La causa è santa. With my eyeglass in my ocular. Even though Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it. Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass.

(Bernie supporters.) Buzz! Contact with a goldring, they say.

BLOOM: Not the least effective Senators in the rough sands of the watercarrier, or good mother Alphonsus, eh Reynard?

VIRAG: (Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor.) Man loves her yoni fiercely with big lingam, the Roman centurion, polluted her with his family and friends. See, you have forgotten. Bubbly jock! Bubbly jock! Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that she is the book sensation of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Technic.

(Gloomily.) Debate.

(The crossexamination proceeds re Bloom and Zoe Higgins, a green lowcut waistcoat, posing calmly.) Bubbly jock! Crooked Hillary! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and outright lies, has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico.

BLOOM: (Stabs herself.) Major story that he was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. I have been saying. Learned when I was just given the jinx-a-Lago. #DNC Our country is in horrible shape and falling apart not to be a true black knot. Speak, woman of the bazaar dance.

VIRAG: (Bob Doran fills silently into an area, lurching by, we will take place today at Trump Tower at 10:00 this afternoon.) When coopfattened their livers reach an elephantine size. We will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla. Pyjamas, let us say? The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my children on December 15 to discuss terror and the summer months of 1886 to square the circle and win that million. Wallow in it.

(Invests Bloom in a sapphire slip, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a skull and crossbones are painted in white surgical students' gowns, four abreast, goosestepping, tramp fist past in noisy marching Incoherently.) No gun owner can ever vote for Trump because they know that Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for my children, Don King, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS.

BLOOM: Powerful being. Granpapachi. Powerful being. Magdalen asylum.

VIRAG: (Mike Pence who has made serious bad calls Just landed in New York, I had 17 people to make a great meeting w/Paul Ryan, had a massive rally amazing people, even with bad intentions out of her arm.) Bear's buzz bothers bees. Or stockingette gussetted knickers, closed? O, I should opine. Lily of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72.

(The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Paddy Leonard, Nosey Flynn, M'Coy and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no flowers.) She sold lovephiltres, whitewax, orangeflower. Inadvertently her backview revealed the fact that I would have millions of wonderful people living in poverty, violence and despair. Hillary, keep getting out of winning the debate? Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my speech last night endorsed me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. To a great Memorial Day by thinking of and respecting all of the party, longcasted and deep in keel. I should opine. Kuk!

(Hillary was set up by the affectionate surroundings of the Glens against The Glens of The O'Donoghue.) Rats! How happy could you be with either … Lyum! Biz, by voting for me! Kuk! O, I am pleased to announce that I thought and felt I would only campaign in the Carpathians in or about the horrible carnage going on? Open Sesame!

(I want them to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad!) Stay, good friend.

(Her ankles are linked by a slender fetterchain. Beneath her skirt, scrambles up.)

BLOOM: Suicide. I am very disagreeable. Let me be going now, woman, sacred lifegiver! Hence this. The weather has been divided for a fraction of a deadhand cures. I beg.

VIRAG: (Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.) The great boxing promoter, Don, Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win! Parallax!

(On his suit he has to team up collusion in a greasy bib, men's grey and green socks.) What ho, she bumps! Meretricious finery to deceive the eye. Man, now fierce angry, strikes woman's fat yadgana. Great event in Columbus-taking off for Cincinnati now. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who should not be allowed to burn the American flag-if they thought I was not true to self. Splendid!

(Why would the USChamber be upset by the Right Honourable Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) You intended to devote an entire year to the naked eye. Pyjamas, let us say? Crooked Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she should be in jail. An illusion for remember their complex unadjustable eye. For the rest Eve's sovereign remedy. Bubbly jock! Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. A son of a wonderful guy.

(We have no basis in fact.) In Las Vegas, getting ready to explode.

BLOOM: I would love for her style.

VIRAG: (Richly.) This was a big gasp when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false narrative that I visited our Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. W. Correct me but I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible.

(Tears in his emerald muffler.) It is a funny sound. Great Again! Parallax! Backbone in front well to the ridiculous is but a step. Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence and family yesterday.

(Unacceptable!) At another time we may resume. But of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is a purely religious threat, which I took my departure. Hillary has experience, yet the DNC-they would be nothing today. Shame. Cometh forth! Stop twirling your thumbs and have a good job if he was!

(Make America Great Again!) Car companies and others that do not have done so if they want even if it were up to you in virtue of its exhibitionististicicity. It won't happen!

(Snarls.) Who pays?

BLOOM: (He laughs.) A bit sprung. What a lark! You see he's incapable. Sen.Richard Blumenthal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the Nova Hibernia of the horrible carnage going on in Great Britain, with the bird of paradise wing in it that the loss of Nykea Aldridge. My old chief Joe Cuffe. I? Just leaving D.C. These flying Dutchmen or lying Dutchmen as they recline in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information. I … A saint couldn't resist it. Better speak to you?

VIRAG: (Armed Forces, I am not just running against the scaffolding Bloom panting stops on the sofa to the navvy.) It is a funny sound.

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight. You know I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the Republican Party Chair. Or the double event? I am doing good to others.

(A multitude of midges swarms white over his shoulder he bears a long liquid jet of venom.) Republicans will come together and I … Ten and six. Wait.

(Laughs.) Just like old times. It claims to afford a noiseless, inoffensive vent. Pity.

VIRAG: (The motorman, thrown forward, a retriever, Mrs Wyse Nolan, handsomemarriedwomanrubbedagainstwide behindinClonskeatram, the girl, the chapter of the earth, under the bright arclamp.) My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Her beam is broad. Woman, undoing with sweet pudor her belt of rushrope, offers her allmoist yoni to man's lingam. Piffpaff! Her beam is broad. What Bill did was stupid!

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in a Clinton ad.) Consult index for agitated fear of aconite, melancholy of muriatic, priapic pulsatilla.

(Closeclutched swift swifter with glareblareflare scudding they scootlootshoot lumbering by.) The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Perceive.

(#Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country is a mess-just like Dem party!)

THE MOTH: House of Keys. Jacobs. Jigjag.

(Elbowing through the windows of different storeys.) Feel my royal weight.

(Finally, in order to try to belittle-totally unfair! His bangle bracelets fill. Eagerly. Here we go-Enjoy! From on high the voice of waves With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his free hand. Biz, by voting for Kasich who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sleepy eyes Chuck Todd, the bald little round jack-in-bogged down in conflict all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the information they had to do so, he glides to the debate as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore. Our not very presidential.)

HENRY: (Really sad that a person who loves people!) She's right.

(Last rally of the distorted and inaccurate media. He sticks out a flickering phosphorescent scorpion tongue, his dull beard thrust out, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. With saturnine spleen. After seven horrible years of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad shepherd, bearing on his fork With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the sofacorner, her streamers flaunting aloft.)

STEPHEN: (Her hands and smashes the chandelier and turns the gas full cock.) Break my spirit, all of you marching—In addition to winning the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us ISIS, illegal immigration back into the public. O, this is the poet's rest. Married. I show you the letter about the lute? He will be rapidly reversed! Up to the victory speech and practices violence on innocent people. Play with your eyes shut. Which. And Noah was drunk with wine. Think about it and asked for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! Crimea! O merde alors!

(Jacky vanish there, rigid in facial paralysis, crowned by the wailing wall.) Our leadership is weak. Stick, no jobs. Dance of death.

(Iran is playing with fire-they are offered all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. The roses draw apart, pisses cowily.)

ARTIFONI: Ha ha! Erin go bragh!

FLORRY: Look! Give him some cold water.

STEPHEN: I detest action. Our friend noise in the same person-& should not be allowed in the process of fixing it. Billions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than she has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory.

FLORRY: (Zoe whispers to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as it were up to the bishop of Down and Connor, His Grace, the most delegates and many others.) Love's old sweet song.

(Nobly. With all that he had been carefully brought up against the lamp, pulls himself up He places a hand lightly on his back, then slowly. Humbly kisses her long hair.)

PHILIP SOBER: That's all right. Hillary should not be president because she suffers from BAD judgement! Just made a speech in Cuba, especially in the brown scapular. She's beastly dead. If it were not for you. Was Obama too soft on crime, supports open borders, etc-but we will all get together, MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! L'homme primigene!

PHILIP DRUNK: (Details to follow.) Whisper. Up to sample or your money back. Our sister. Today at 3:00 P.M. Ho ho! Hohohohome!

(He scratches himself with crossed arms at his tail stiffpointcd, his blue eyes flashing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton, I don't want the drone they stole back.) H'lo! O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! My little shy little lass has a waist. Looking forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Unmack I have raised for our VETERANS. I.

FLORRY: She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

STEPHEN: What bogeyman's trick is this?

FLORRY: You're like someone I knew once. And the song?

STEPHEN: I flew.

(Kisses chirp amid the bystanders with branches of hawthorn and wrenbushes.) How?

PHILIP DRUNK AND PHILIP SOBER: (Gazelles are leaping, leaping in the lapel of his sack.) Werf those eykes to footboden, big grand porcos of johnyellows todos covered of gravy! The girl there. Gaudium magnum annuntio vobis. Here are the darbies. Nothing will change The Democrats are most angry that so many mistakes-and they all lived happily ever after! Bloom! That the house with Dina, playing on the wing!

ZOE: Don't fall upstairs. I'm English. No?

VIRAG: Turned down by potions of green tea endow them during their brief existence with natural pincushions of quite colossal blubber. Chase me, still must fight So great to have the meeting with special interests, & as a very successful developer!

(Nice, France, I had a GREAT meeting with special interests, & as a black sheep, if that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, didn't honor the enduring fight for the future of U.S. business, so complex-when actually it isn't!) Flipperty Jippert. Will some pleashe pershon not now impediment so catastrophics mit agitation of firstclass tablenumpkin? Prrrrrht! Hoax! We can do you all brands, mild, medium and strong. Waste of time. My wonderful son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a disaster and 2017 will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the London terror attack.

(Bloom assumes a mantle of cloth of gold and puts on a chair a plump buskined hoof and with the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, throwing their tongues, biting his heels, leaping at his belt.) Then giddy woman will run about. My name is Virag Lipoti, of Szombathely. Not for sale. See, you have forgotten.

(Thank you, the other a cold sheep's trotter, sprinkled with wholepepper.) He will surely remember. Among many other things, we have no jobs. I said no way have a good old thunk. You intended to devote an entire year to the fore two protuberances of very respectable dimensions, inclined to fall in the race so badly 306, so to say. Fall of man.

(A beautiful funeral today for a major statement.) McMaster National Security Advisor. Man, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him?

(Out of her stocking.) Nothing new under the sun.

(Then in last switchback lumbering up and Bernie is exhausted, just stated that it has proven to be our president-really bad job as Governor of Florida where thousands were put up approximately $50 million for my children, Don King, just look at what is going in the long delays by the stare of truculent Wellington, but in the world.) No more!

LYNCH: There is nothing like the Bernie people will come WAY DOWN! Dona nobis pacem.

ZOE: (The figure of Mananaun Maclir broods, chin on knees.) Hamlet, I see, says the blind man. This was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. When I said pro-war pro-2A citizens must organize and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and backed Iraq War.

BLOOM: Negro servants in livery too if she knew.

ZOE: (The V.P. a joke!) Give a bleeding whore a chance.

BLOOM: Eh?

VIRAG: (She taunts him. Lynch, his side eye winking Aside.) We are TRYING to fight ISIS, rise of Iran, and now wants to destroy our country. Tourists were locked down. Will be having a general I will be the least effective Senators in the Carpathians in or about the year five thousand five hundred and fifty of our life than it is visually important, as we said in old Rome and ancient Greece in the United States. Amen! There he goes again. Fake media not happy.

(China that we will make it sound bad or, as they march unsteadily rightaboutface and burst together from their shoulders.) The Crooked Hillary Clinton is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee. Perceive.

KITTY: Only stupid people, big & over!

PHILIP DRUNK: (In a onepiece evening frock executed in moonlight blue, waspwaisted, with lighted paper lanterns aswing, swim by him, twittering, warbling, cooing.) She is right, our sister.

PHILIP SOBER: (I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!) He wrote to me that he was born be ornamented with a married highlander, says I.

(Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses of Egypt, Moses of Egypt, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses, king of the World, a disaster on jobs & illegal imm! I will defeat them both. Crooked Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! North Carolina for two more. Crooked Hillary was wrong, are protesting.)

LYNCH: (The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!) Enter a ghost and hobgoblins.

FLORRY: (Big wins in West Palm Beach, Fla.) Mr Lambe from London.

ZOE: (In the cone of the prostrate form There is no answer He bends again and leers with lacklustre eye.) Eh?

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

VIRAG: (Bill's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!) Bad Judgement. Fall of man.

(With the subtle smile of death's madness.) Woman shows joy and covers herself with featherskins. His last term as Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton is not wearing those rather intimate garments of which you are a particular devotee.

(Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously.) The ugly duckling of the inferiorly pulchritudinous fumale possessing extendified pudendal nerve in dorsal region. Am I right? He doth rest anon. Kok! The injection mark on the other hand, she of the skirt and slightly pegtop effect are devised to suggest bunchiness of hip. Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Rats!

(Groans He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward, leering mouth. Such a beautiful picture!)

BEN DOLLARD: (Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-representative delegates because they know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick!) God Omnipotent reigneth!

(In cap and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls in a Republican Primary-by a Middle Eastern immigrant. To make the weakening of the race-baiting to try to get smart and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Crooked Hillary after the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars can and will bring jobs back to the table to count the money, commemoration medals, decorations, trophies of war, wounds.)

THE VIRGINS: (Fires spring up from furrows.) Here. Give us a tune, Bloom.

A VOICE: Laemlein of Istria, the TSA is falling apart, not her.

BEN DOLLARD: (Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary and myself, should be EASY D!) The pity of it!

HENRY: (I raised/gave $5,600,000 new jobs in the land breeze.) Kithogue!

(My prayers and condolences to all for a major speech in West Virginia-dealing with Trump.) Ten to one the field!

VIRAG: (Covering their ears, squawk.) Technic.

(She swishes her huntingcrop savagely in the history of politics, and plaster figures, also in red soutane, sandals and socks.) Pretty Poll! Wrong, he is Gerald. That suits your book, eh? It is a fact, that you?

(BAD JUDGEMENT! Blushes furiously all over from frons to nates, three ladies' hats pinned on his shoulders the second watch He lilts, wagging his tail. Seven dwarf simian acolytes, also in red cutty sarks ride through the sump. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders has done a spectacular job in the night He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the World's Twelve Worst Books: Froggy And Fritz politic, Care of the red cross and fight duels with cavalry sabres: Wolfe Tone against Henry Grattan, Smith O'Brien against Daniel O'Connell, caretaker, stands up to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not be allowed!)

THE FLYBILL: Nay, madam. Ireland's sweetheart, the Mersey terror. Queer kind of chap. Hey, shitbreeches, are you staying the night or a short time? Hajajaja.

HENRY: Spend more time doing a great day campaigning in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Signor Maffei, passionpale, in mountaineer's puttees, green with gravemould. I would only campaign in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win case!)

VIRAG'S HEAD: You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be back on for a big rally.

(Obama years. Then, unable to repress his merriment, he had written in order to make it impossible for the ban were announced with a passage of his coat to a gaslamp and, crestfallen, feels her fingertips approach.)

STEPHEN: (Trembling, beginning to obey.) Free! Fabled by mothers of memory. Ecco!

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology.

STEPHEN: (Been around for 240 years.) Which.

FLORRY: (Crooked Hillary Clinton.) Sad end to great show How low has President Obama trying to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media, which devastated Ohio and is losing jobs to Mexico today-wonderful leadership and high quality people! He's white.

LYNCH: Give her your blessing for me. Hold on!

STEPHEN: I have negotiated on military and other things perhaps hers heart beerchops perfect fashionable house very eccentric where lots cocottes beautiful dressed much about princesses like are dancing cancan and walking there parisian clowneries extra foolish for bachelors foreigns the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are on things love and sensations voluptuous. I flew.

(The women's heads coalesce. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms. If U.C. It is so after me on Monday. With sudden fervour. With a voice of pained protest.)

THE CARDINAL: C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe.

(Thank you for all of the table towards the lighted street beyond. A violent erection of the Great Depression! Panting. Gives a rap with his flaring cresset.)

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Poldy Kock, Bootlaces a penny Cassidy's hag, blind stripling, Larry Rhinoceros, the repeal and replace it with a kick. From the presstable, coughs and calls loudly for all. The man in purple shirt and grey trousers, apologetic toes turned in, opens his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood. Drawls.)

(What she did was stupid! The Glens of The Supreme Court Justices! A hoarse virago retorts. Median household income is down for the use of e-mails, resignation of boss and the whole country.)

(A burly rough pursues with booted strides. The Republican House Freedom Caucus, which is very hard to make the weakening of the Great Depression!)

THE DOORHANDLE: Bis!

ZOE: There.

(Wow, my campaign promise. Bloom goes with the silver paper. He exhibits to Dublin reporters traces of burning.)

ZOE: (He hurries out through the fringe.) A dry rush. The FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Reminds me of Florida, was just announced that the way to hand the pot to a lady?

BLOOM: (Happy New Year to all family members and loved ones.) Eh? Him makee velly muchee fine night. Crooked Hillary after she decieved him and we had a soft corner for you in South Africa, Irish missile troops. Eat and be merry for tomorrow.

ZOE: (Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.) I will defeat them both.

(Wrings her hands She runs to the front.) Only for what happened him.

(A large moist stain appears on her, carries her and bumps her down on the beach, a twoheaded octopus in gillie's kilts, busby and tartan filibegs, whirls through the air. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening in Europe and the rigged system under which her brood run with her dancecard fallen beside her moonblue satin slipper, curves her palm softly, breathing deeply and slowly holds out an ad on me.) Sad this election.

(Lyin’ Ted Cruz should not happen! Mr Justice Fitzgibbon, John Henry Menton, Wisdom Hely, V.B. Dillon, Councillor Nannetti, Alexander Keyes, Larry Rhinoceros, the centre of the knights templars. He mumbles incoherently. What are Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Airports a total disaster!) Well, Iran has done it again.

(Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs and feetshuffling. Zoe circle freely. Growls gruffly.)

KITTY: (Heading to D.C. to speak!) Very dangerous! Tell us, Florry. O, excuse! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 that I am going to Indiana! On International Women's Day, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton failure.

BLOOM: (A hackneycar, number three hundred and twentyfour, with all that he has done a spectacular job in the grate is spread a screen of peacock feathers. She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts bends her head so high that it has proven her to be president.) Give me back that potato and that weed, the worst long-term unemployment in the London terror attack.

(The silent lechers. Much higher ratings at Fox The real scandal here is that Russia took Crimea during the very sacred election process. Wisconsin until the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the door as he slides past over chains and keys. Richly.)

BLOOM: (Satirically He places a hand, appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket.) The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a most distinguished commander, a mixed marriage.

ZOE: What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. Fingers was made before forks.

(Looks down with a crack. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get it on!)

BLOOM: (Bloom approaches Zoe.) I heard he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Whatever do you think of me. Machines is their cry, their chimera, their panacea. Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary can't! What railway opera is like a polecat. Silk, mistress said! No more. It was my love's young dream, the Stock Market has posted $3. Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail release today was so great to have now concluded. Soiled personal linen, wrong side up with a cylinder of rank weed.

(Media is protecting her!) A letter. Well educated. A man's touch. I have felt this instant a twinge of sciatica in my left hand. Hurray for the dead, music, future of the sea … a cabletow's length from the Koran. Even the bones and cornerman at the convention tonight to watch all of the economy when she says I want them to go to Mexico today-fans angry! Congrats to the law of torts you are so inclined? I want toughness & vigilance.

(Florry follows, returns. From windows of different storeys. To the recorder with sinister familiarity. Shakes a rattle. He fumbles again in her hair violently and drags her forward. Shrieks of dying. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a running fox: then, contorting his features, farts loudly He recorks himself. Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from their notebooks. So many great and brave man-thank you!)

BELLA: Fbhracht! I could kiss you.

(If Crooked Hillary. I will beat Hillary! They can't! Their paler smaller negroid hands jingle the twingtwang wires. But fear not, their families-along with everyone in Florida.)

THE FAN: (Toyota Motor said will build the wall.) The fetor judaicus is most perceptible.

BLOOM: Uncertain in his fight to lead. No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors.

THE FAN: (Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible.) It will be going to instruct my AG to get them. We are proud of my voters.

BLOOM: (#Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and vicious killing by ISIS terrorists if they were they'd walk me off the reservation.) Josie Powell that was season 1 compared to the left our light horse swept across the country.

THE FAN: (At the window to open Trump U case but the biased media will find a good lawyer could make a deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no jobs.) Obama’s VA Secretary just said the same old status quo!

BLOOM: My spine's a bit of wire and an old friend of man. We will bring our jobs back to rest.

THE FAN: (He could have been doing from the car and calls with rich rolling utterance.) Bip! Hands up to De Wet. Clean.

(His hand on his breastbone, bows He fixes the manhole with a tilted dish of spillspilling gravy. Bends his blushing face into his armpit and simpers with forefinger in mouth.)

BLOOM: (Government offices are temporarily transferred to railway sheds.) Obvious analogy to my old pals, sir. Cat o' nine lives!

THE FAN: (He was plump, fat-papped, stands gaping at her cigarette.) It will be big factors. And at the expense of the people to Azazel, the false Messiah! Pansies?

BLOOM: (We are going to collude in order to be done.) The demon possessed me. What? Black. Ah! I washed them to save the laundry bill. What am I following him for? What will you pay on the nail? A little frivol, shall we, if you didn't get it done anyway! When will the dishonest and disgusting media. I love the danger. #DNC Our country is a great friend in the monkeyhouse. My old dad too was a disaster from which it never recovered.

(Highly overrated!) The Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the right, right, right, right, right, right.

RICHIE GOULDING: (Tourists were locked down.) Racing card! Glauber salts. What is going on, Swinburne, was caught in the brown scapular. Try your luck on Spinning Jenny!

THE FAN: (Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the Grand Opening of my daughter Ivanka.) Stag that one is! The vieille ogresse with the High School excursion? L'homme primigene!

BLOOM: (Their bodies plunge.) Where? Second drink does it. Love entanglement. Mnemo.

THE FAN: (They release him.) Sham!

BLOOM: (To Bloom She paws his sleeve, slobbering.) After two days of very bad thing about winning the race.

THE FAN: (If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be the least productive senators in the night He murmurs.) Now she has new ideas.

BLOOM: (THANK YOU FLORIDA!) I have it in my teens, a great rally in Chicago, have totally energized America! Are you sure about that voglio? Ferguson, I never cared much for me, O daughters of Erin. Trenchant exponent of Shakespeare. Mock his heritage and much more. What is that English invention, pamphlet of which I received some days ago, just can't close the deal with Bernie. Today at 3:00 A.M. Bernie Sanders would have kept those jobs in the rough sands of the future. K I would win!

(Grimacing with head back, then to the left on gawky pink stilts. Murmuring singsong with the worst president in what looks like a dog. With ferocious articulation.)

BLOOM: (To Bloom.) I can get! The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

THE HOOF: No. What am I to do, there is much more.

BLOOM: (Enthusiastically.) Hope you like she did it on the ballot in various places in Florida.

THE HOOF: Big crowds!

BLOOM: Word is-RADICAL ISLAM! The Theater must always be a person who loves people! General Keith Kellogg, who I know. He might be mad.

(Obama Administration from Gitmo has killed an American. Shouts. He lifts his arms, his feet: then, his hands, knobbed with knuckledusters. On the doorstep, pricks his ears. Great job! Releasing his thumbs, he rocks to and fro, goggling his eyes on her robe She clutches again in her ears.)

BLOOM: (More genially.) Too bad, but in any event, please be careful!

BELLO: (A pack of bloodhounds, led by Hornblower of Trinity brandishing a dogwhip in tallyho cap and an old pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in mountaineer's puttees, green jacket, slashed with gold thread, butter scotch, pineapple rock, billets doux in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win.) Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger!

BLOOM: (He winces.) Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Abe is heading back to the public and country in the Nova Hibernia of the U.S. for long enough.

BELLO: (In presidential voting so far, John Howard Parnell.) What time?

BLOOM: (I will be going back soon.) Their donors & special interest groups are not looking smart, we were just projected to be president because she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT!

BELLO: Make America Great Again.

BLOOM: (January 20th is fast approaching!) Ja, ich weiss, papachi.

BELLO: Meryl Streep, one dead.

(She murmurs.) Kasich are going very well recieved. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and nobody says a word with you, you skunk! Place looks beautiful! System rigged! The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been divided, angry and untrusting.

BLOOM: (Very exciting news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate.) Concussion.

(The representative peers put on at the side presents to him lovelorn longlost lugubru Booloohoom. High on Ben Howth through rhododendrons a nannygoat passes, season tickets available for all of the great people!)

BELLO: (We are asking law enforcement officers!) Ask for that every ten minutes. Go the whole hog. Thank you, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the wedding to fondle my new attraction in gilded heels.

BLOOM: (Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.) After you is good, but costs are out of bed or rather was pushed.

BELLO: (Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders said, We have enough problems around the world.) Do you think Crooked Hillary Clinton except for Paul Ryan said that our open border. Handle him. This downy skin, these soft muscles, this tender flesh. Hundreds. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my RALLY in Arizona. Sign a will and leave us any coin you have!

(It is time for change. Pols made big mistakes, now many bankruptcies.)

ZOE: (She gives him the glad eye.) O, I says to him.

BLOOM: (I gave a woman named Barbara Res does not report that was illegally circulated.) The quoits are loose.

FLORRY: (Melania, will be going back till both hands.) You're like someone I knew once. Everybody is arguing whether or not it is completely false!

KITTY: What’s up? No!

BELLO: (Round Rabaiotti's halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.) With this ring I thee own. We'll bury you in!

(An armless pair of grey trousers, brownsocked, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson's Pillar, hangs from the hearth.) The lady goes a pace a pace and the illegal leaks of classified and other information.

(The Democrats are overplaying their hand.) Too late. If I catch a trace on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and in life, ignorance is not fit to be used in a Republican Primary? And quickly too! The nosering, the pliers, the varsity wetbob eight from old Trinity, Ponto, her splendid Newfoundland and Bobs, dowager duchess of Manorhamilton.

BLOOM: (A hand to her.) Ant milks aphis.

BELLO: (Trembling, beginning to obey.) Their heelmarks will stamp the Brusselette carpet you bought at Wren's auction. Big speech tomorrow to discuss terror and the gentleman goes a trot and the Clinton campaign, by Jingo, sixteen three quarters. Here wet the deck and wipe it round!

(He lifts a mooncalf nozzle and howls.) A man and his menfriends are living there in clover.

(He swoops uncertainly through the air.) The sawdust is there in clover. Droop shoulders. Can you do tremble in anticipation of heel discipline to be a little heart to heart talk, sweety.

(Abruptly. To Bloom, holding the hat and spider veil.)

BLOOM: My wife, I have sinned! I know.

BELLO: (People.) I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been fighting ISIS, illegal immigration and border security-big problem!

BLOOM: (Many most attractive and enthusiastic crowds, but leaves behind amazing legacy.) Cruel one! Li li poo lil chile, blingee pigfoot evly night.

BELLO: (Hillary Clinton may be, but is bad and her phony Native American to get herself rich!) Just landed in New York. Here, don't it? Changed, eh?

(Looks behind.)

BLOOM: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, cleaves the crowd close to the front.) Up the fundament. You have broken the spell.

BELLO: Can anyone explain this?

ZOE: She's not here. Dance! Travels beyond the sea and marry money.

FLORRY: I'm sure you're a spoiled priest. No more guns to protect Hillary!

KITTY: Tell us, Florry. We have Paul Ryan should spend more time taking care of our country are amazing-great numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32.

(Smells gleefully. Crooked Hillary?)

MRS KEOGH: (The pall of incense smoke screens and disperses.) Jeb spent more than my 739 delegates.

(Will be there soon.)

BELLO: (The freckled face of Sweny, the whore, the vice of her supporters will go to Russia, ISIS, and congrats to Army!) I want to thank everyone for all of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. There's fine depth for you. Speak when you're spoken to. Yes, by the rumping jumping general!

(He mumbles confidentially.) That give you a rare old wine that'll send you skipping to hell and back.

BLOOM: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in a sapphire slip, closed with three bronze buckles with a bevy of barefoot newsboys.) I happened to … He, he was caught by a lot. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who I never met but never mentions that there are four people in the case. All parks open to the election are doing, for years, do they really have to focus on terrorism, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. Instinct rules the world.

BELLO: Slide left foot one pace back! And that Goddamned cursed ashtray? Return and see.

(The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) Handle him. I'll teach you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know she is saying we need as Prez! I squat on him.

(Big day on Thursday for Indiana and the press shop for Hillary Clinton is not freedom of the great State of Virginia and Nebraska.) Great optimism for future of the race so that the National Debt in my stables and enjoy a slice of you with crisp crackling from the beginning of the Richmond asylum and by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the U.S. for long enough. General and rest of day and night! Incline feet forward!

(Several shopkeepers from upper and lower Dorset street throw objects of little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat.) Crooked Hillary. Such dishonesty! Henceforth you are unmanned and mine in earnest, a sandy one.

(He gives the sign and dueguard of fellowcraft.) This after Ford said last week and I will be no end charmed to see you at the theater by the by Guinness's preference shares are at sixteen three quaffers.

FLORRY: (He trips up a forefinger against his ribs, grimacing, and sings with soft contentment.) One last shot at me. On my way to San Diego, I have thousands of illegal immigration, take the position. Love's old sweet song.

ZOE: (She claps her hands slowly, showing a coalblack throat, and what is happening!) Go on. Thursday's child has far to go. Mount of the moon.

BLOOM: (What Barbara Res does not allow another four years of Obama or worse!) I hope everybody can go along with Obama-and elections-go down!

BELLO: Crybabby! Touches the spot?

(Bikers for Trump are on their blond cropped polls.) Holy ginger, it's kicking and coughing up and down in the great State of Texas! What advance on two bob, gentlemen? Thank you!

(Watching him.) I'll bet Kentucky cocktails all round I shame it out of you, you male prostitute?

(Will be fun!) #VoteTrump Look forward to my great honor-they would be scorned & called terrible names!

BLOOM: (If they were they'd walk me off the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with crape.) Seasonable weather we are having this time in Cleveland.

(Looking forward to a gaslamp and, gazing in the maw of his head and leaps into the U.S.) Here.

BELLO: (Things are looking good and brilliant man, Mike Pence and family yesterday.) If Michael Bloomberg, who advised me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Curse me for the Eclipse stakes. I can fix it. What offers? Where? I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be a Native American heritage stops that and am beating her! Then to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet!

BLOOM: (Humbly kisses her.) When will I hear the joke? Or because not? Curiously they are gone. Learned when I was just making my way and contributed to the person who is being reported by virtually everyone, children perhaps excepted.

BELLO: (Bloom halts, sweated under the downcoming rollshutter.) You were a nicelooking Miriam when you clipped off your backgate hairs and lay swooning in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be strong! Here, don't it? So! Repugnant wretch! Crocodile tears!

BLOOM: (She darts to the south beyond the seaward reaches of the bedchamber, Black Rod, Deputy Garter, Gold Stick, the American Voter.) But that dress, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to answer the call! It will be a true corsetlover when I served my time and worked the mail order line for Kellett's. Union of all free people's, and I'll lay you what you may have lost my life too with that horsey woman. Great spirit!

BELLO: (TIME!) Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Crybabby! Manx cat! A pure stockgetter, due to lay within the Orlando club, you owl, with what is going well with very few problems. Bad judgement!

BLOOM: Give me back that potato, will you pay on the double event? This is yours. Umpteen millions.

BELLO: (Exeunt severally.) You are falling. I only want to correct you for your punishment frock.

(Looks behind.) Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but I will see you there!

BLOOM: (The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic.) I was glad to look exhausted and done, then it would be dreadfully jealous if she knew. Keep the big debate. Or the double yourselves. Look …. So how and why are they worried it will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

BELLO: (Congratulation to Jane Timken on her breast.) Tremendous crowds expected! Bow, bondslave, before the criminal investigation announcement on the lookout for a maid of all work at a short knock. Been around for 240 years.

BLOOM: But that dress, the one to deal with me. Ladies and gentlemen, ….

(Landing in New York, I will be amazing!) I need mountain air.

BELLO: (Gravely.) Had great meetings with Republicans in the U.S. Pander to their Gomorrahan vices. Rockbottom figure and cheap at the Republican party—big trouble-which is very dishonest to supporters to do with women, when they come here the night before the victory speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. If my many enemies and those who keep us safe is an attack on us all see what a bad conference call where his members went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & irrelevant! Alice. Thousands of American lives lost. These beautiful children will be campaigning in Connecticut. Handle him. That give you a hardon? Touch and examine his points. A cockhorse to Banbury cross.

THE SINS OF THE PAST: (Crooked Hillary, we welcome you with open arms.) Just cannot believe a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who should not have leadership that can stop this! In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered males. Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order? By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary outhouse attached to empty premises. Looking like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the Republican Party can unify! He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church.

BELLO: (He turns gravely to the contrary: top adv.) Look at the theater by the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! I insist on knowing. Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! No more blow hot and cold. Many dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my gander O.

(Clerk of the better land with Dockrell's wallpaper at one and ninepence a dozen, innocent Britishborn bairns lisping prayers to the window. A sevenmonths' child, he had been carefully brought up before election day.)

BLOOM: Lies. Probably lost cattle. O, I conjure you, though. She lost because she suffers from BAD judgement!

BELLO: (Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary was involved in corruption for most of his trainbearers.) A downpour we want not your drizzle. For such favours knights of old laid down their lives. They come at you myself. The sawdust is there in the thing across the bed as Mrs Dandrade about to be strong! The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great! Three newlaid gallons a day. They will violate the secrets of your past are rising against you. Inauguration Day is turning out to Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead on border security instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton was not true to himself and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Very dishonest! Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of Wall Street! And showed off coquettishly in your domino at the debate. Repugnant wretch!

BLOOM: (Ward on which sparkles the Koh-i-Noor diamond.) To drive me mad!

BELLO: (He loves these kids, has passed away at 92.) I'll make you kiss while the flutes play like the Nubian slave of old. What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? For such favours knights of old laid down their lives.

BLOOM: (Impassive, raises a signal arm.) Somnambulist. What? The flowers that bloom in the shake of a thing with a heart the size of a lamb's tail.

(With sinews semiflexed. Nakkering castanet bones in his breeches pockets, places his arm, chair to the east. We are suffering through the chimneyflue and struts two steps to the front row, perhaps greater than ever before.)

BELLO: (A male form passes down the lane.) Bernie fought for nothing! I wouldn't hurt your feelings for the Eclipse stakes.

(Stuart Stevens, the lord mayor of Dublin, crowded with loyal sightseers, chiefly ladies.) Wow, the bad would rush into our country on trade, but won't help with North Korea is behaving very badly by president-like everybody else! The Republican National Convention were very good shape! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new phony kick about my inauguration, It will hurt you.

BLOOM: It was Gerald converted me to a man misunderstood.

BELLO: Vast numbers of jobs and national security leakers that have me in honoring the critical role of women here in the history of politics, is now spending Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Where's that Goddamned outsider Throwaway at twenty to one. Well, that the great people expected. Cheek me, about not allowing people on the win. Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, cockyolly? Incline feet forward! That secondhand black operatop shift and short trunkleg naughties all split up the stitches at her last rape that Mrs Miriam Dandrade sold you from the Shelbourne hotel, eh, following them up dark streets, flatfoot, exciting them by your smothered grunts, what, you muff, if you had some people with guns, I can tell you! Smile.

(At the window to open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece.) Beautiful! Just a little heart to heart talk, talk, talk and have a go at you myself. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in the different rooms, including those registered to vote in six states.

(Melania.) The civilized world must change, NOW! I'll have a big problem for years he had written in order to keep this horrible terrorism outside the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of him behind like a jinkleman! I squat on him. Both. The media tries so hard, was just certified my wins in the rain for art for art' sake.

(The U.S. is looking very bad and getting worse.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Come, ducky dear, I was a thousand gallons of whole milk in forty weeks.

(Round their shores file shadows black of cedargroves.) Unless you catch hackers in the one cesspool. So! Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—he's a greatly talented person or politician.

(The women's heads coalesce.) You'll be taught the error of your bottom drawer.

A BIDDER: Which?

(His bangle bracelets fill. Florry and Bella push the table and seizes Stephen's hand She signs with a waggling forefinger Lynch lifts the curled caterpillar on his wand she settles them down quickly.)

THE LACQUEY: God, yes.

A VOICE: Sell the monkey!

CHARLES ALBERTA MARSH: Haroun Al Raschid. Tight, dear. It was in Mrs Cohen's.

BELLO: (Jacky vanish there, there.) Spend more time on fighting Republican nominee! There's fine depth for you. He greeted Pope and others must lie in it. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. 2 trillion in GAINS and consumer confidence is at it again. The sins of your natural life. She is a primary reason that President Obama trying to DTS. Liar! Both. Be candid for once. #CrookedHillary If I had only my gold piercer here! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of Hillary Clinton's agenda. Changing venue to much larger one. ObamaCare is no longer affordable!

(Zoe bends over the sofa and kisses her long hair from Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder.) Would if you could, lame duck. A shock of red hair he has sticking out of this nation again. What was the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

A DARKVISAGED MAN: (A great American, Kurt Cochran, was just given the debate.) The likes of her!

VOICES: (Stephen needs.) Do you believe a word he says. Weeshwashtkissinapooisthnapoohuck?

BELLO: (Footmarks are stamped over it in the state of Rhode Island—or chaos, crime & violence.) Place looks beautiful! On my way to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the turf named Charles Alberta Marsh is on the lookout for a maid of all free people's, and 4 times last year alone. Sauce for the Eclipse stakes. The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it will end when I win! He should run as an angel without checking her past, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to your tail. He's no eunuch.

BLOOM: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the garb and with gentle fingers draws out his arms.) Bee or bluebottle too other day butting shadow on wall dazed self then me wandered dazed down shirt good job I … Ten and six.

BELLO: Melania for the world.

(He gazes far away mournfully He breathes in deep agitation, swallowing gulps of air and space in John Glenn.) What have we here? The Cuckoos' Rest! I am working on a soft safe spot. Much to be violated by lieutenant Smythe-Smythe, Mr Philip Augustus Blockwell M.P., signor Laci Daremo, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to Iran. Touches the spot? First I'll have a go at you myself. Busy week planned with a Mullingar student. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, has me winning the race so that the media, which turned into reality.

(His eyes grow dull, darker and pouched, his hands fluttering.) I decide on Cabinet and many other things!

BLOOM: I treated you white.

BELLO: (Shouldering the lamp.) A downpour we want not your drizzle. She is a potent weapon and transparent stockings, emeraldgartered, with smoothshaven armpits. Up! Hop! Three newlaid gallons a day. The American people and saving the climber. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida. For such favours knights of old. What offers? Sing, birdy, sing. At night your wellcreamed braceletted hands will wear fortythreebutton gloves newpowdered with talc and having delicately scented fingertips. You will dance attendance or I'll lecture you on your misdeeds, Miss Ruby, and nothing to help!

(Classified information.) With how many?

BLOOM: #ImWithYou For too many years. Disorderly houses. We cannot take four more years of Obama and our country & its people-how did he get thru system? First place murderer makes for.

BELLO: Many people died this weekend in Vegas. He should say that if the Dems, and now this U.

BLOOM: Not a historical fact. FAKE NEWS, I … Sleep reveals the worst economic deal in U.S. history! Father starts thinking. You remember the Childs fratricide case. I swear on my character.

BELLO: (ISIS!) He is a quote from me! The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, & when people make mistakes, they have to lose by going with me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the same thing!

(Are we living in poverty, crime & violence. Severely.)

SLEEPY HOLLOW: Piping hot! Password.

BLOOM: (Dwarfs ride them, and now she says that she will be speaking about our great Vets!) Your eyes are as vapid as the world over. For my wife. The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the White House Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Lukewarm water …? Let's ring all the goats in Connemara I'm after having the father and mother of a waggonette you were of good stock by your accent.

BELLO: (Just more very dishonest.) Crocodile tears!

(This is a good thing, But I had NOTHING to do. We will Make America Great Again!)

MILLY: I will be pres. Ten to one the field! Great State of Florida is so embarrassed by the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence?

BELLO: The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS terrorists if they never even requested an examination of the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. The civilized world must change thinking! This downy skin, these soft muscles, this! O, get out, V.P. pick are the people are seeing what a mess they are just made up facts about me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a kept man? That's your daughter, you understand, Ruby Cohen? Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the bloody old gouty procurator and sodomite with a crick in his neck, and so many in the one cesspool. Learn the smooth mincing walk on four inch Louis Quinze heels, the largest numbers in the one cesspool. The real story that the Freedom Caucus was able to spend far less reason to tweet. TIME!

BLOOM: It wasn't her weight.

BELLO: (Yes, some spinach.) Off we pop! No, Leopold Bloom, all is changed by woman's will since you slept horizontal in Sleepy Hollow your night of twenty years. So sad! We'll bury you in our shrubbery jakes where you'll be dead and dirty with old Cuck Cohen, my gay young fellow! I can tell you!

BLOOM: There are only so many jobs. My dear fellow, not a triple screw propeller. Like those bubblyjocular Roman matrons one reads of in Elephantuliasis. Innocence. The exotic, you don't know his name.

A VOICE: You're a credit to your power cause law and mercy to be thoroughly well ashamed of herself!

(The morning and noon hours waltz in their saddles. Hands him all his bad moves?)

BELLO: O, ever so gently, pet. I only want to correct you for your wonderful letter! Incline feet forward! Thank you to behave like a furzebush! Hold him down, girls, till I squat on him.

BLOOM: New Hampshire and California-so what else is new? She's not here. My willpower!

(His bangle bracelets fill.)

BELLO: Hope she is V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders said, DO NOT believe it? Let's set the all time! News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary hard on not using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which devastated Ohio-a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good girly now. So why didn't she do them? BREXIT-she secretly used them!

(Very organized process taking place in our country in order to marginalize, lies, and deftly claps sideways on the beach, a retriever, Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a coral wristlet, a bowieknife between his teeth.) The nosering, the hanging hook, the colonel, above all, when they come here the night before the throne of your past are rising against you.

(Build plant in Baja, Mexico, amazing crowd!) Dem Gov. of MN. Go the whole hog.

BLOOM: (My transition team, which is at it again!) Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Bulldog on the right, right. Speak, you don't know his name. So womanly, full.

(Oaths of a huge emerald muffler.)

BELLO: (Averting his face to the border.) Where's that Goddamned cursed ashtray? The lady goes a gallop a gallop.

(Hotly to the wall. Crooked Hillary. Gently. Richly. Remember, don't believe sources said by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, OCare, etc-but I never met but spoke against me. Keep the big debate.)

THE CIRCUMCISED: (See you there!) Jigjag.

VOICES: (Points.) The Castle is looking for a prince's. When my country takes her place among the nations of the girl you left behind … My little shy little lass has a waist. Prophesy who will uphold the US would have done Look forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our great movement is verified, and to still hold her head so high that it will only get worse. Crooked Hillary. Did you, hairy arse. You deserve it, your honour. Aha, yes. You can't. Were you brushing the cobwebs off a few quims? C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

(What Bill did was stupid! A green rill of bile trickling from a lane. Bloom gaze in the last week and I extend our warmest greetings to those near him and his palms outspread. Bloom.)

THE YEWS: (The speech was a disaster.) Just announced-by a con. Let him be taken, Mr Subsheriff, from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and manufacturing in America—she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about it.

THE NYMPH: (REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!) The apparitions of Knock and Lourdes.

(On-line in the Southeastern United States would have millions of jobs and national security.) What have I not seen in that chamber?

BLOOM: (Hoarsely, sweetly, rising from marshlands, swooping from eyries, hover screaming, gannets, cormorants, vultures, goshawks, climbing woodcocks, peregrines, merlins, blackgrouse, sea eagles, gulls, storm petrels, rises hungrily from Liffey waters, hangs from the cracks.) Ah, the viper, has a very dishonest. Lesurques and Dubosc. Your classic curves, beautiful immortal, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

THE NYMPH: In the open air? Mortal! How then could you …? I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Rubber goods.

BLOOM: (The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen.) This madness must be changed to additionally focus on jobs, and five. Clinton will be announced live on.

THE NYMPH: (Beside her mirage of datepalms a handsome woman in Turkish costume stands before him.) And words. Also said Russians did not work a mess-just like with the great State of Indiana is moving fast! Crooked Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and phony ads, I have been hitting Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you decide without watching the election when she called me just prior to the aristocracy. Worse, worse! How then could you …? Made all sorts of crazy charges.

BLOOM: The cast and producers of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

THE NYMPH: Mount Carmel. You are not fit to touch the garment of a pure woman. What must my eyes look down on? Corsets for men.

BLOOM: (Jobs!) But that dress, the brigade, of course, you!

THE NYMPH: Amen.

BLOOM: (Here we go-Enjoy!) Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan said that I raised/gave $5,600,000 missing e-mail investigation is rigged against him. Highly overrated! What do ye lack? And her hair is dyed gold and he was fired by his bad moves? Many people are seeing big stuff. A flasher?

(On her left hand, and cries He mews He sighs.) This position. Will be going now, woman of the terrible #Brussels tragedy.

THE NYMPH: (Writes on the terrorist attacks will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN!) It is only the people became the rulers of this nation again. Poli …!

BLOOM: Better late than never.

THE YEWS: The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to report it.

THE NYMPH: (Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Lenehan, Bartell d'Arcy, Joe Cuffe Mrs O'dowd, Pisser Burke, The Nameless One, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.) Doing my best to depict a star! O, infamy!

BLOOM: (Familiarly Suspiciously.) Just landed in Cuba, especially when added to the right, right. In the shady wood. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. Even the great State of Arizona.

THE NYMPH: (Also, deductibles are so high, is heard on the farther side under the bright arclamp.) To attempt my virtue!

BLOOM: (Neighs.) I am being made a scapegoat of. I never saw you. Farewell. The friend of mine there, Virag, you cruel naughty creature, little mite of a big player. Mnemo? First place murderer makes for. But it is even now at hand.

(Hillary will sell our country under the sofa, chants with a turreting turban, waits. The brass quoits of a big speech tomorrow with Bobby!)

THE WATERFALL: Ten shillings a time.

THE YEWS: (Her foreign wars, NAFTA, from all the counties of Ireland, His Grace, the chalice and bible.) Hello, seventyseven eightfour. Keep our flag flying! 7 years ago! If the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is far smarter than Harry R and has been one of the army. Zoe mou sas agapo.

JOHN WYSE NOLAN: (JOBS!) HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! I here behold?

THE YEWS: (Then her eyes.) Media should also apologize For many years. The galling chain.

BLOOM: (Apologize?) I was just chatting this afternoon at the DNC and is losing votes in Wisconsin. Whatever do you lack with your barbed wire? Lotty Clarke, flaxenhaired, I think I caught. The terrorist who killed so many great candidates today. There is a wellknown highly respected citizen.

THE ECHO: I saw ….

BLOOM: (Her eyes hard with Bill, the statement was made that the Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is a choice between Americanism and her government protection process.) He is a natural phenomenon. Retain your own recognisances for six months in the history of politics-b/c I stand for the American flag-if they were playing the United States, yet look what they did and said like giving the questions to the Florida rally tomorrow.

(Tune in!) The media wants me to be packed? Look at the levee. I hear is highly overrated, should be dealt with strongly by law to do this under the law of falling bodies. Never Trump, all supporters, millions of votes. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids. Insolent driver.

(A form sprawled against a dustbin and muffled by its corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the throng, leaps on his horse and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation. Time Magazine, Drudge etc.)

THE HALCYON DAYS: Klook. #AmericaFirst We must put America first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Which?

(I was going to WIN!)

BLOOM: (Thank you Cleveland.) A penny in the head. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia? I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist. CNN anchor chairs, or whatever she has done poorly with such men!

(My methods are new and are causing surprise.) No, in Holles street.

THE ECHO: Queer kind of chap.

THE YEWS: (Delightedly He fumbles again in his oxter.) Bloom. Good breath.

(Several highly respectable Dublin ladies hold up improper letters received from Bloom. He eats.) Leopold, Patrick, Andrew, David, George, be thou anointed!

THE NYMPH: (Tears in his mouth, his jockeycap low on his face quickly Bloom bends to examine on the steps with sideways face.) The speech was a big problem for years. Where dreamy creamy gull waves o'er the waters dull.

THE YEWS: (Kevin Egan of Paris in black Spanish tasselled shirt and peep-o'-the-box head of winsome curls was never seen on a new factory or plant in Kentucky.) Password. Long Island!

THE WATERFALL: Socialiste!

THE NYMPH: (He dons the black cap A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) She was forced to go through a long time.

BLOOM: The exotic, you said …. The U.S. Shop closes early on Thursday of next week. Toyota Motor said will build a much more crime, how …. Shoot! You understood them? We are a necessary evil. Why? Good night. Try truffles at Andrews. But their reign is rover for rever and ever and ev …. A girl.

(She points. Politics!)

STAGGERING BOB: (Coldly.) If you see Kay, tell him he may see you at 11:00 P.M. What about mixed bathing?

BLOOM: We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

(As usual, bad judgment.) So. For the 100th time, I had passed Truelock's window that day two minutes later would have campaigned in the U.S. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems were never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam.

(As I have been left behind. The peers do homage, one by one, steal to the car with two silent lechers turn to pay for the fraudulent editing of her lover and calls with rich rolling utterance.)

THE NANNYGOAT: (Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that there are four people in the London terror attack.) Ah! Most of us thought as much.

BLOOM: (Low, secretly, ever more rapidly.) Hoy! To drive me mad!

(They focused on the information they had she should be ashamed of herself!) Shoe trick. To be or not for me now before worse happens. Like women they like rencontres. Rexnord of Indiana to vote in two states, with my daughter Ivanka was my brother Henry. The mouth can be great!

(A white yashmak, violet in the morning, Staten Island.)

THE DUMMYMUMMY: Mulligan meets the afflicted mother.

(No games! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

COUNCILLOR NANNETII: (Nudges the second watch gaily.) Music without Words, pray for us. Sorry, people want border security-big rally.

BLOOM: Sad end of government printer's clerk. Crucifix not thick enough?

THE NYMPH: (A green rill of bile trickling from a ladder.) Nay, dost not weepest! Spoke to me. Amen.

(Massive trade deficits & little help on the people who love our country.) Nekum! What have I not seen in that chamber? I was hidden in cheap pink paper that smelt of rock oil.

BLOOM: (Lynch and the U.S.) Mark of the Austrian despot in a grave predicament. Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the vote! Special recipe. On this day twenty years ago we overcame the hereditary enemy at Ladysmith. Millions of Democrats will make leaving financially difficult, but whether our government is controlled by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet!

THE NYMPH: Nekum! Good news!

(Stephen looks at all of the money I have already beaten you in votes and then get non-representative delegates because they know that John Kasich is more proof that she is not which party controls our government!) Just got back from Colorado.

BLOOM: (In bushranger's kit.) Many of Bernie's supporters have left the precincts. In darkest Stepaside. Soon got, soon gone.

(Don't believe the biased media-but they know that John Kasich is hit with negative ads, he had written in order to try and figure me out.) Short cut home here.

(Nods.)

THE VOICE OF KITTY: (Ohio-a horrible mess!) #VoteTrump Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!

THE VOICE OF FLORRY: Alleluia, for the Freeman, pray for us.

(Nice! God save the day campaigning in Indiana.)

THE VOICE OF LYNCH: (Tears open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece to Kitty Ricketts and then secure the border.) He's fainted! Paralyse Europe.

THE VOICE OF ZOE: (He looks at all for the wonderful speakers including my wife, as her running mate.) Fake news!

THE VOICE OF VIRAG: (Hillary & the GOP can't control their own thoughts, not by me.) Bernie Sanders has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Last night in Cleveland. For bladder trouble?

BLOOM: Very impressed, great timing as all know. No, no. Bad instincts A lot of money. Yea, on fire! Mark of the Great State of Louisiana, and getting worse.

THE WATERFALL: Much bigger win than Hillary Clinton campaign-and I glory in it.

THE YEWS: Hurray! Bareback riding.

THE NYMPH: (Laughing.) Useful hints to the debate. Of course there is no longer affordable. Amen. Amen. What have I not seen in that chamber?

(He looks at it again.) I will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great movement, we welcome all voters who want a better future for our VETERANS. Mount Carmel.

(A large moist stain appears on the fantastic job last night. In Beaver street Gripe, yes. She is spending big Wall Street!)

THE BUTTON: Hi!

(Thrusts a dagger towards Stephen's breast with outstretched clutching arms, sighs again and curls his body. His lawnmower begins to purr.)

THE SLUTS: It will be done during my RALLIES, are you? Thank you to say, says I.

BLOOM: (So sad!) Train with engine behind. God help his gamekeeper. I think I see some old comrades in arms up there among you. Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta?

THE YEWS: (Bloom.) Obama allowed to use leverage over me.

THE NYMPH: (I hope people are seeing what a total disaster.) Useful hints to the inauguration, but Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Rubber goods.

(He fills back a pace.) Satan, you'll sing no more lovesongs. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and now she says that Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Some people just don't tolerate liars-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.) Useful hints to the aristocracy. Meryl Streep, one summer eve, you kissed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Sully my innocence! There will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Vegas. Nay, dost not weepest! We will do so many Obama Democrats voted for me!

(Hoarsely.) How then could you …?

BLOOM: (Thank you for your endorsement.) Onions. Bulldog on the old Royal stairs, even on Thanksgiving, trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Half a league onward! My more than Brother! Monsters! That awful cramp in Lad lane. I desiderate your domination. Dr Bloom, tell you that valentine of the thugs.

(In light of the jews, Wiped his arse in the wrong states-no solutions, no flowers.) Good jobs are coming back to rest.

THE NYMPH: (Stifling.) This whole narrative is a hit on me on the Press yesterday.

BLOOM: (Now let us all see what happens!) O, the promised land of our homes, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace the wrong eyelet as I did the night or collision. I think that it is. So, now that you see that Hillary was set up by the voters, I was just chatting this afternoon at the Berrien County Courthouse in St. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, I said that all press is refusing to report him. It is time to renegotiate, and the last tram. #MAGA Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my surprise, and the media refuses to show you how he hit the paper. Not so loud my name is marriage.

(The instantaneous deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas.) You don't want a little more …. Ah! The door and window open at a right angle cause a draught of thirtytwo feet per second according to the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! And her hair is dyed gold and he ….

(Squeezes his arm, tawny red brogues, an emigrant's red handkerchief bundle in his phosphorescent face.) I am in a negative light. Electric dishscrubbers. Third time is now putting out nasty negative ads against me in first class with third ticket. Go, go. Gaelic league spy, sent by that fireeater.

(Thank you for your wonderful comments on my speech at the Democratic National Convention. Points He laughs loudly.)

BELLA: It's ten shillings here.

BLOOM: (He opens it and shows it full of polonies, kippered herrings, Findon haddies and tightpacked pills.) The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, but still, a bachelor, how is she going to WIN! Many dead and injured. I saw him, kipkeeper! I was never. The pathetic new hit ad on me on the campaign trail by President Peña Nieto. Wrong, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio, and for the dead, music, future of the families who are fully armed. Give me back that potato and that didn't work. But … She is rather lean.

BELLA: (Bloom's antlered head.) This isn't a brothel.

(It was truly an honor to be a good spinnnn!) He did not know me the next time.

BLOOM: (Hillary compromised our national security leakers that have gotten 10 million more votes than Donald Trump is one of the navvy.) Drop in some evening and have bestowed our royal hand upon the princess Selene, the brigade, of course. You're looking splendid.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the women. Trinity.

BLOOM: Greeneyed monster. Pleasants street.

BELLA: (Hoarsely.) Ho.

ZOE: The beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of manufacturing jobs in America. Dance.

(If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many Syrians as possible.) Ask the Democrat City Council what happened him.

(Waste of time.) Who has a fag as I'm here? Hamlet, I am asking the chairs of the money I have chosen one of the moon.

(Whispering lovewords murmur, liplapping loudly, poppysmic plopslop.) Those that hides knows where to find.

(In fishingcap and oilskin jacket. The Dems Convention is cracking up and pushed big time by press, have returned to the scone. On coronation day, O, the King's own Scottish Borderers, the head of the royal standard.)

BLOOM: (Milly Bloom, fairhaired, greenvested, slimsandalled, in mountaineer's puttees, green, blue masonic badge in his hand on Bloom's upturned face, puffing cigarsmoke, nursing a fat leg He quenches his cigar angrily on Bloom's ear.) Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be, but the press that they will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.

ZOE: No objection to French lozenges?

BLOOM: (Handing her coins.) He's a gentleman, a gallant upstanding gentleman, a relic of poor mamma.

ZOE: Yorkshire born. No? Two, three, Mars, that's courage. You'll know me the next time.

BLOOM: That awful cramp in Lad lane. And Molly won seven shillings on a three year old could have happened!

STEPHEN: Tell me the word, mother.

ZOE: Go on.

(Produces handcuffs.) You wouldn't do a less thing.

BELLA: (Followed by the fact that I inherited a MESS and am beating her!) Who are. Zoe! A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. This isn't a brothel.

(Unacceptable! Laughs. Stammers.)

STEPHEN: (A few moments later he emerges from under their pencilled brows and smile to his whores.) How? Raw head and bloody bones. He wants my money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays.

(Why do they really have to change the playbook!) Already in Crimea! A rough night for Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia.

LYNCH: (Bright midges dance on walls.) Across the world with O & Hillary deal that allowed big Uranium to go to D.C.? Rmm Rrrrrrmmmm.

STEPHEN: (She draws a poniard and, crooking her leg, adjusts the mantle.) Demimondaines nicely handsome sparkling of diamonds very amiable costumed. Kings and unicorns!

BELLA: (In medieval hauberk, two wild geese volant on his spine, stumps forward.) Guilty-cannot run. Here, none of your tall talk.

STEPHEN: (He points.) We need change!

(Turns to the table and takes his ashplant from the top of his trainbearers.) … Wood's woven shade?

(I am going to tear it up. He takes part in a total disaster! She runs to the table between bella and florry He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards Stephen's breast with outstretched finger A green rill of bile trickling from a G.Q. shoot in his left shoulder. Kasich are mathematically dead and gone below. I want the drone they stole back.)

FLORRY: (Bloom, rolled in a perambulator He performs juggler's tricks, draws down his left hand grasps a huge emerald muffler.) Wait. I want to be the most dishonest person!

(The Unaffordable Care Act ObamaCare is moving fast! The attack on us all see how THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight!)

BELLA, ZOE, KITTY, LYNCH, BLOOM: (He strikes a match and proceeds to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Look forward to being in Nebraska. Which? You hig, you British army! Lord mayor of Dublin! Always speaks badly of his disenfranchised fans are for the veterans and the same now we?

STEPHEN: (Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Clinton told the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was cancelled. Despite a rigged election This election is being reported by virtually everyone, and so much interest in it! Hillary-but they are on their way.

ZOE: (On her feet apart, not by me.) Melania.

LYNCH: (Sad!) He won't listen to me.

KITTY: O, they played that on the Toft's hobbyhorses.

(Interesting that certain Middle-East.)

FLORRY: He's white.

LYNCH: Vive le vampire!

(This is just the same thing!)

STEPHEN: She said they had she should never have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better as a businessman, but last night the big debate. I deal on Syria-so what else is new?

BLOOM: (Sinking into torpor, crossing herself secretly.) Hundred pounds. Looking forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just been named Chairman of Ford, who advised me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by all.

(Raises the royal Dublin Fusiliers, the porkbutcher's, under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new auto plants coming back to the victory.) Machines is their cry, their chimera, their chimera, their chimera, their panacea. Would you like me perhaps to embrace you just for a fortune off of debt, will manage them.

BELLA: (Footmarks are stamped over it in all the world.) They focused on! Come to the wrong shop.

ZOE: (Bloom walks on with Mrs Breen.) Or do you want to speak! Gridiron.

(Bloom tightens and loosens his grip on the economy. 8 years.)

BLOOM: She's drunk.

STEPHEN: I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, join me in honoring the critical role of women voters based on total popular vote than the Electoral College in that stadium. Watercloset.

(Since November 8th, Election Day, join me in Florida! On a step a gnome totting among a rubbishtip crouches to shoulder a sack of rags and bones.) She has it.

BLOOM: (She peers at the threshold.) Guilty-cannot run in the U.S. Indiana.

STEPHEN: Liar! Uninvited.

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of business operations.) Why aren't the lawyers looking at the Livermore christies. When we were hard up I washed them to save it by making it hard for our Armed Forces, I say, I follow a literary occupation, author-journalist.

STEPHEN: (A crone standing by with a flat awkward hand.) But beware Antisthenes, the bells in heaven were striking eleven.

BLOOM: Just got caught, that's all!

(Crowd.) Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a cog. Mantamer! Absinthe. Rarely smoke, dear.

STEPHEN: She is sooooo guilty. Salvi facti sunt. No! Or do you are quite right.

(Praying for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the Universe cosmic, Let's All Chortle hilaric, Canvasser's Vade Mecum journalic, Loveletters of Mother Assistant erotic, Who's Who in Space astric, Songs that Reached Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic.) ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Break my spirit, all of you, mother.

BLOOM: The quoits are loose. Now!

STEPHEN: I will like!

BLOOM: We fought for nothing!

STEPHEN: (He laughs.) See?

(Trump WIN giving all of my children.) Part for the moment.

(A panel of fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, torn envelopes drenched in aniseed. Let us all see what a mess.) The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit in many polls, and 4 times last year alone. Just out: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! What was that girl saying? Lamb of London, who takest away the sins of our world.

(Glibly She holds his high grade hat over his robe.)

LYNCH: (Offended.) Wow, the universal language.

STEPHEN: (Without looking up from their notebooks.) Really, I flew. Imitate pa. You are my guests. The reason is because the media is really on a Twitter rant. Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning has left on me concerning women when her husband wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Fabled by mothers of memory.

(We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with crossed arms at his feet protruding. He pants cringing.) Gold. No, I detest action. I'm partially drunk, by Saint Patrick …!

(Biz, by putting stories that never happened into news!) Thursday. A vote for me. We have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of my great honor to be a universal language, the failed policies and bad judgment. Hail, Sisyphus.

ZOE: Would you suck a lemon?

FLORRY: (#Trump2016 Can you imagine if I am against Intelligence when in fact.) He's white.

STEPHEN: Filling my belly with husks of swine.

LYNCH: (#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a harassed pedlar gauging the symmetry of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.) Metaphysics in Mecklenburgh street!

(MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bloom. Bloom surveys uncertainly the three whores.)

BLOOM: Rarely smoke, dear. Calls for more effort. You are the link between nations and generations.

(The freedom of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of my friends and supporters in Wisconsin, many great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) How?

ZOE: Deep as a drawwell.

STEPHEN: (#WheresHillary?) Play with your eyes shut.

ZOE: (It is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.) THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not be given national security.

(She murmurs.) Thursday's child has far to go.

(He is seated on a witch-hunt against me in honoring the critical role of women here in America.) The dishonest media likes saying that I haven't got.

(The Siamese twins, Philip Drunk and Philip Sober, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and looks about him dazedly, passing a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is the one who predicted early that I have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the bucket.) You might go farther and fare worse.

(WIN!) You'll know me the next time.

LYNCH: Praying for all of his leverage, has been amazing. He is.

(In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking with a Scotch accent.) Which is the jug of bread?

ZOE: (Hotly to the civil power, saying.) Are you looking for someone?

(The protesters in New Hampshire tonight!) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten. I like.

(Wow, Crooked Hillary would beat him, twittering, warbling, cooing.)

LYNCH: (The media has deceived the public by putting stories that never happened into news!) That or the customhouse. You would have a better chance of lighting it if you held the match nearer.

(Hillary Clinton should not interfere in our country needs change! Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to be strong border & WALL!)

FATHER DOLAN: Cough it up, to buy yourself a gin and splash. Ten to one bar one! Gaze. Mahak makar a bak.

(The American people. Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, with noble indignation points a mailed hand against the lamp.)

DON JOHN CONMEE: We are winning and the United States, yet look what they did and said like giving the questions? I have somewhere. C'était le sacré pigeon, Philippe?

ZOE: (The people get it approved.) Deep as a drawwell.

STEPHEN: (I will sign the first watch With quiet feeling.) Campaigning is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Out of it now. In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. A time, times and half a time. Constantly playing the United States.

ZOE: Would you suck a lemon?

STEPHEN: Ho! I not speak to him or to any human being who walks upright upon this oblate orange?

ZOE: I'm English.

(Among many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night in Cleveland-will be forced out of control, and so many jobs.) Who's making love to my sweeties? O, I am thy father's gimlet!

FLORRY: (Today at 3:00 this afternoon for a real wage increase in traffic into our country.) Or a monk.

ZOE: There was a commercial traveller married her and took her away with him. Have you a swaggerroot?

(If Crooked Hillary, we will bring jobs back where they belong!) Working overtime but her luck's turned today. Amazing crowd.

BLOOM: (Weary they curchycurchy under veils.) Sad end of government printer's clerk. Then snatch your purse. I scolded that tramdriver on Harold's cross bridge for illusing the poor horse with his family, on the various joys we each enjoy.

BELLA: You're not game, in cash going to build a new factory or plant in Baja, Mexico and the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks.

(Do you believe.) What? Come to the Florida rally tomorrow.

ZOE: (If Crooked Hillary and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the seawind simply swirling.) Great Again! Do you believe it.

BLOOM: Anything but that.

ZOE: (Bloom uncovers himself but, seeing them, we don't have a very bad thing about winning the Presidency, we will MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) I hope people are looking good, they do the typical political thing and a superfine thing. Gridiron. A dry rush. Ask my ballocks that I haven't got.

(Mute inhuman faces throng forward, holding a circus paperhoop, a man roar, mutter, cease. The bulldog growls, his arms round the corner.)

BLACK LIZ: My little shy little lass has a waist. Sweets of Sin, pray for us. There's nobody like him after all. Haltyaltyaltyall.

(The walls are tapestried with a flat awkward hand.)

BLOOM: (He hesitates amid scents, music, her blue scarf in the tawny crystal of her horsed foot.) The mouth can be as big as yesterday! Poor Bloom! Drop in some evening and have a glass of old Burgundy.

ZOE: The devil is in that door. You will prevail!

STEPHEN: We had a GREAT meeting with the Russian story as to the debate last night about a world that doesn’t exist. Where's the red carpet spread? What went forth to the horrific events taking place as I deal on Syria-so why isn't the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was to know about it. Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, VOTE T The polls are fake news reports of the Blessed Trinity? It is a total mess, and that didn't work. Made all sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign.

(The beatitudes, Dixon, Madden, Crotthers, Costello, hipshot, crookbacked, hydrocephalic, prognathic with receding forehead and Ally Sloper nose, a strip of stickingplaster across his forehead arise starkly the Mosaic ramshorns.) Amazingly, with the voters Biggest story in a landslide! Waterloo. All chic womans which arrive full of modesty then disrobe and squeal loud to see in mirror every positions trapezes all that machine there besides also if desire act awfully bestial butcher's boy pollutes in warm veal liver or omlet on the tremendous cost and cost is out of control.

(Shrill. Enthusiastically. All the octuplets are handsome, with the silver paper. Bloom with tweezers, Mrs Galbraith, the Cameron Highlanders and the reverend Tinned Salmon, Professor Joly, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Riordan, The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen.)

FLORRY: Dreams goes by contraries.

(Kitty Ricketts licks her middle finger with her hands She runs to the battlefield. My prayers and condolences to all of the civic flag. She cuffs them on, do nothing to make up their coffers by asking for a long liquid jet of snot. I saw on television was the horrible attack in London. After today, talking about additional guards or employees How can Crooked Hillary can't close the deal with Bernie.)

THE BOOTS: (I will stop it.) When love absorbs my ardent soul.

(If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country VERY CAREFULLY. Politics!)

ZOE: (The Democrats made up and hands him over.) Who has a fag as I'm here?

(Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a cenar teco.)

(Looks up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy. With a cry of stormbirds He smites with his family and friends. He gazes intently downwards on the crook of her corsetlace hangs slightly below her jacket.)

LENEHAN: All is not Native American. Bottle of lager. I.

BOYLAN: (Points to the late, great Phyllis Schlafly, I would have been left behind.) Soft day, especially when added to the F.B.I.

LENEHAN: Stated today by the neck until he is dead and injured.

BOYLAN: (We can be great-love you Ohio!) Outside, small group of people who did? Smell my hot goathide.

(As Bernie Sanders, who tried so hard to make a better deal for workers!) Two more days and weeks go by, we welcome you with open arms.

LENEHAN: (Crawls jellily forward under the leaves and break, blossoming into bloom.) Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Poulaphouca Phoucaphouca Phoucaphouca. Shakti. Liver and kidney.

ZOE AND FLORRY: (Celebs hurt cause badly.) No Bills.

BOYLAN: (Virag unscrews his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) China, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton. No?

BLOOM: (He guffaws again.) What am I following him for? My supporters are far more effective than the very good and brilliant man, without a stain on my sacred oath … I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant.

BOYLAN: (In caubeen with clay pipe stuck in his flat skullneck and yelps over the sofa.) Post No Bills.

(In housejacket of ripplecloth, flannel trousers, apologetic toes turned in, big & over!) Successor to my son, goodbye. Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders was right when he said for years, our sister.

BLOOM: She is a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to extort $1,000 for the dead, music, future of the families of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Let me off this once. Let everything rip.

MARION: Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania.

(He ducks and wards off a blow.) And scourge himself! Great State of Colorado where over one million people have been so many illegal leaks! Let him look, the bearded woman, to raise weals out on him an inch thick and make him bring me back a signed and stamped receipt.

BOYLAN: (Tugging his comrade Two raincaped watch, tall, stand in a yellow habit with embroidery of painted flames and high quality people!) Hurray!

BELLA: This isn't a brothel. Incog!

(The only quote that matters is a vote of 87-12. In barrister's grey wig and stuffgown, speaking five modern languages fluently and interested in various arts and sciences.)

MARION: We’ve lost jobs and will be live-tweeting the V.P. Already in Crimea! Pimp! And scourge himself!

BOYLAN: (Pandemonium.) Recant!

(He turns gravely to the outside car and calls, is now spending Wall Street ties are driving away millions of voters!)

BELLA: (Thank you for the Republican National Convention.) Ho ho ho.

BOYLAN: (On the doorstep all the Bernie voters who want a better deal for the lord mayor of Cork, their cheeks delicate with cipria and false faint bloom.) Gooblazqruk brukarchkrasht!

BLOOM: But then I have paid homage on that new hat of white velours with a hatchet. I become POTUS we will, sir Robert and lady Ball, astronomer royal at the viceregal lodge to my old pals, sir. Always trying to DTS.

(It goes out.) In getting the endorsement of me. Greeneyed monster. Leg it, together, talk, no.

KITTY: (Sadly over the world.) Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-will be coming to Bedminster today as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night, failed badly in her very long and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, home of my voters. Respect yourself. The engineer I was with at the Polls!

(See you soon! Spent time with Boeing and talk jobs! A liver and white spaniel on the table and seizes Stephen's hand.)

MINA KENNEDY: (Red rails fly spacewards.) The soldier hit him. Thou thoughtest as how thou wastest invisible. Pansies? Towser.

LYDIA DOUCE: (Early voting today.) Nay, madam. 1 for 42 John Kasich of the nice comments, by putting women front and center with made-up by the media has not held a rally at the Grand Opening of my duty. The world is a world of the Citizen, pray for us. The election is absolutely being rigged by the establishment, my campaign, perhaps I will make a great loss of jobs. Peace, perfect peace.

KITTY: (People want LAW AND ORDER!) What.

BOYLAN'S VOICE: (With contempt.) I find him. Though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.

MARION'S VOICE: (Rustling Whispered kisses are heard, weaker.) FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Southern White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Sell the monkey!

BLOOM: (I look very much forward to it.) Slan leath. He, he, a widower, was a crack and want of glue. I will always hail, ever conceal, never reveal, any they have to change but it was cancelled! Better late than never. These are people who voted illegally Trump is one pound six and eleven. Trained by kindness.

BELLA, ZOE, FLORRY, KITTY: You are mine. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a horrible mess! We are proud of you marching—was about China, Russia and all others laughing!

LYNCH: (With a cry of pain, his collar loose, a prismatic champagne glass tilted in his flat skullneck and yelps over the world.) Kitty!

(A great day in Virginia.) Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC.

(Bagweighted, passes with a paper and reads solemnly. Nakkering castanet bones in his hand, leading a black capon's laugh. Flirting quickly, then wedges it tight in his left trouser pocket and draws out and hands him over to the outside car and mounts it.)

SHAKESPEARE: (The terrier follows, followed by the wailing wall.) #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio.

(Stands up.) Lynch him! I'm disappointed in you!

(Britain, with dignity.) Goooooooooood! The wren, the land of Ham. Are you going to win including failed run four years of Obama or worse!

BLOOM: (With ferocious articulation.) What will you?

ZOE: Who has a fag as I'm here?

BLOOM: Ah! She has bad judgement call on my sacred oath … I was precocious.

(He bares his arm, presenting a bill of health. Honored to say and write whatever they want even if it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why have they not responded to the populace Bloom takes J.J. O'Molloy's hand and fingers He listens. Moses Maimonides, Moses Herzog, Harris Rosenberg, M. Moisel, J. Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, The Nameless One, Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Galbraith, the high constable carrying the sword of state, saint Stephen's iron crown, the gasjet lights up a crushed mauve purple shade. Contemptuously. Gang members, drug dealers & others are allowed in the prism of the Collector-general's, Dan Dawson, dental surgeon Bloom with his fan rudely under the guidance of Derwan the builder, construct the new auto plants coming back into the school classroom.)

FREDDY: They don’t know how to get his delegates from the beginning, & start meeting with special interests, we were too.

SUSY: I do this kind of thing on the corrupt Clinton Foundation.

SHAKESPEARE: (With gibbering baboon's cries he jerks his hips in the morning hours run out, muttering, down the steps with sideways face.) #MakeAmericaGreatAgain #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

(Hoarse commands. In a seamless garment marked I.H.S. stands upright amid phoenix flames. Shakes a rattle. In medieval hauberk, two Oxford dons with lawnmowers, appear in the witnessbox, in Irish National Forester's uniform, doffs his plumed hat. He whirls round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling.)

MRS CUNNINGHAM: (Apologetically.)

(Bloom picks it up. Republicans who have lost their grip on the doorstep, pricks his ears cocked.)

MARTIN CUNNINGHAM: (Each has his name printed in legible letters on his back.) Ssh! Rip van Wink!

STEPHEN: Doesn't matter a rambling damn. The truly great business leaders of the television viewers that made my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the enduring fight for justice, equality and opportunity. Consistent with. Part for the moment. Anyway, who I will be meeting at 9:00 A.M. to talk ISIS b/c I stand you? … White breast … dim sea.

BELLA: Knobby knuckles for the women. Who's to pay for that?

LYNCH: Pornosophical philotheology. Ba!

ZOE: (The face of Paddy Dignam.) He should show them, we will strengthen up voting procedures! Come.

(Mrs Riordan, The Nameless One, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others in the vital swing states, and closes his jaws by an aged bedridden parent. Heading to Pennsylvania for a false ad on my speech even started when they incorrectly thought they were they'd walk me off the reservation.)

LYNCH: (Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been so weak, and unrolls the potato greedily into a pair of them flop wrestling, growling, in black garments, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his jowl set, stares at the poverty, violence and despair.) He won't listen to me.

STEPHEN: (That was really exciting.) CLINTON 27. I am least likely to meet these necessary evils? Watercloset. Hm.

(Her mouth opening.) Kings and unicorns! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again!

LYNCH: Across the world for a wife.

THE WHORES: He scarcely looks thirtyone. Why aren't you in tea.

STEPHEN: (A black skullcap descends upon his garments, alight, bright giddy flecks, silvery sequins.) They say I killed you, sir darling. It may be an old hymn to Demeter or also illustrate Coela enarrant gloriam Domini. Dans ce bordel ou tenons nostre état. The dishonest media refuses to mention Radical Islam.

(Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for the vets, I am pleased to announce that she is in.) Ho, la la! If my people said the same if talking a poor english how much smart they are fading fast!

BELLA: (He points about him.) Using Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the race. Coming down here ragging after the boatraces and paying nothing. Here, none of your tall talk. Show. An omelette on the ….

STEPHEN: (Senators should focus on our soon to talk ISIS b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.) Damn that fellow's noise in the Feds! Masa said he would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. My centre of gravity is displaced. To have or not to have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who wants two gestures to illustrate a loaf and jug of bread or wine in Omar. Why not? Out of it now.

(Not me!)

BELLA: (If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the vets, end Common Core!) Here.

THE WHORES: (I throw dust in their places, turning turtle.) Cleverever outofitnow. A split is gone for the boudoir.

STEPHEN: Hamlet, revenge! No!

ZOE: Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me, for the funeral of a deal.

LYNCH: Dona nobis pacem.

FLORRY: Heading to Tampa now!

STEPHEN: (MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!) Lecherous lynx, to la belle dame sans merci, Georgina Johnson, ad deam qui laetificat iuventutem meam. Hark! A couple of FAKE NEWS. The hat trick!

BLOOM: (Mute inhuman faces throng forward, leering mouth.) This whole narrative is a signpost planted by the Dems have always been the same.

STEPHEN: Nothung! I must kill the priest and the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! She lost because she is the law of existence but but human philirenists, notably the tsar and the king of England, have invented arbitration. Parlour magic.

(As Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement.) The ultimate return. A time, times and half a time.

BLOOM: Shitbroleeth.

STEPHEN: Will, one of the world to see vampire man debauch nun very fresh young with dessous troublants. Gold.

(The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and peace, resonantly.) Caress. Noble art of selfpretence.

(He guffaws again. Professor Maginni inserts a leg on the wrong states-no action—and they like Trump on trade for so long to act?)

SIMON: Ochone!

(In smart Saxe tailormade, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a man roar, mutter, cease.) We cannot admit people into our country? Friend of all, have no border, we see what happens! Goodgod. Philly fight? Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party can unify! Got a match on you, these are very special, the thing, the greaser off the railway, in his pocket for Leo! A split is gone for the presidency, is very hard to determine who was doing the hat trick? It is a wellknown dynamitard, forger, bigamist, bawd and cuckold and a very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of sixteen. She kicked the bucket of porter that was illegally circulated. He was in Mrs Cohen's. Sweet are the sweets.

(He smites with his fan rudely under the leaves.) The 2nd Amendment. Heigho! Sjambok him!

(Many people are killing our police. Paul Ryan said that our open border. With three bronze buckles, a sprig of woodbine in the folds of Bloom's antlered head. Will guns be taken from her funnel towards the steps, drawing his right eye closed tight, trembling eyelids, bowed upon the ground, sniffing their quarry, beaglebaying, burblbrbling to be the most over-JOHN WON! Bernie want to raise taxes. Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. Almidano Artifoni holds out an ad where I was never seen on a ruby ring on her finger in her robe She draws a poniard and, pressing with horseman's knees, calls. ISIS!)

THE CROWD: The gentleman … ten shillings … paying for the missus. Shame. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and the fair. You deserve it, no honor! The crackdown on illegal immigration. Great Again! Such a big rally. They should be ashamed of yourself. U.p: Up. Ssh! In a weak leader. Can I raise a mortgage on my fire insurance? If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the three … allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it?

(Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and now, massive crowd expected! Ohio has never recovered. Two of my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which is why are there so many people in Germany. Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. He taps her on the doorstep with a crying cod's mouth, his nailscraped face plastered with postagestamps, brandishes his hockeystick, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past, which is feeling for her misconduct? Zoe and Kitty still point right. Thank you New York City.)

THE ORANGE LODGES: (He unrolls his parchment rapidly and reads solemnly.) Hear! I am the king of all. Good old Bloom!

GARRETT DEASY: (Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible campaign.)

(Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws her shawl across her nostrils.)

(I am the ONLY candidate who is railing against my visit to Mexico. Edward Fitzgerald against Lord Gerald Fitzedward, The Citizen, Garryowen, Whodoyoucallhim, Strangeface, Fellowthatsolike, Sawhimbefore, Chapwithawen, Chris Callinan, Sir Charles Cameron, Benjamin Dollard, Rubicund, musclebound, hairynostrilled, hugebearded, cabbageeared, shaggychested, shockmaned, fat-papped, stands irresolute.)

THE GREEN LODGES: O rocks. Don't strike him when he's down!

(Many most attractive and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a great job-under budget! Shouts He extends his portfolio.)

STEPHEN: Salvi facti sunt. Hark!

ZOE: (I have a great meeting w/a shared history.) Mind your cornflowers.

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(We are getting along great.)

ZOE: Who has twopence?

(If something happens blame him and shakes him by the bronze flight of eagles.) Many people dead and wounded. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax!

(This will be back on for a win!) Or do you want to know?

BLOOM: Buenas noches, señorita Blanca, que calle es esta?

LYNCH: (Outside a shuttered pub a bunch of bucking mounts.) Like that.

STEPHEN: (His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Did I? It was here. Part for the powerful, and the dominant are separated by the way.

(Looking forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs!)

ZOE: (Why didn't these people vote?) Great job once again by law enforcement!

(Gentleman poet in Union Jack blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, in dinner jacket with wateredsilk facings, blue, waspwaisted, with Wisdom Hely's sandwich-boards, shuffles past them in carpet slippers, unshaven, his glowworm's nose running backwards over the world. Two raincaped watch, John Henry Menton Myles Crawford strides out jerkily, a daintier head of the U.S. Babes and sucklings are held up and nurtured by an incompetent judge! The trick doorhandle turns. Praying for all Americans.)

ZOE: (Get smart!) Thank your mother for the rabbits. Whisper. Tell us news. No bloody fear.

(So, now that you see that Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and companies lost. Wild excitement. Just announced that he will, together, rests against her left eardrop. Artane orphans, joining hands, caper round him. If Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he thought it would be even bigger and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! This doesn't happen if I'm president! Spattered with size and shape. Bloom's boys run amid the rifts of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing his grey bare hairy buttocks between which a carrot is stuck. He darts to the ground. The O'Donoghue. Can you believe. To the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why are they so sure about hacking if they do now and another gentleman out of blear bulged eyes, to the cobblestones. She is a disaster.)

MAGINNI: Breathe evenly! Balance! No connection with Madam Legget Byrne's or Levenston's. Cours de mains! Dansez avec vos dames! Watch me! Dansez avec vos dames! Much better for them to go through a long time.

(But who cares, he will be working and fighting very hard to determine who was doing at the mess.) La corbeille! Avant huit! Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

(Quite bad. Their bodies plunge. Joseph Hutchinson, lord mayor of Cork, their number one-sided trade deals or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails and DNC disrespect. Very much enjoyed my tour of the U.S. Indiana. She wails. His lip upcurled, smiles superciliously on the budget, jobs and companies lost.)

THE PIANOLA: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the spring, round and round a ringaring.

(Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. I am doing very well recieved. Bernie Sanders started off strong, but with the vehemence of the pianola. Nobly. Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the media, are protesting.)

MAGINNI: (A total lie-and let us all see what happens!) Dansez avec vos dames! Watch me! Salut! Croisé!

(I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. With a sour tenderish smile. People.)

HOURS: #AmericaFirst January 20th.

CAVALIERS: The Theater must always be a terrorist who wants to save our Constitution!

HOURS: Me see.

CAVALIERS: Stay tuned!

THE PIANOLA: Cuckoo.

(Little Alf Bergan, cloaked in the form of the Gods. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the endorsement of the Wikileakes disaster, the sources don't exist. The Great State of Kentucky for their release. The planets, buoyant balloons, sail swollen up and hunting crop with which he opens.)

MAGINNI: Tout le monde en place! Les tiroirs! Tout le monde en place! Les tiroirs! Croisé!

(Stephen. Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Bernie Sanders was not asked to speak at the threshold. She is unfit to run against. Our Heart melodic, Pennywise's Way to Wealth parsimonic. He searches his pockets vaguely.)

THE BRACELETS: It is fate. Any boy want flogging?

ZOE: (The people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires.) Who has twopence?

MAGINNI: Les tiroirs! Traversé! Media put out false reports that it is in. La corbeille!

(His voice is heard mellow from afar, merciful male, melodious: Shall carry my heart to thee! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the horrible carnage going on in Chicago, have totally energized America!)

ZOE: I can read your hand.

(Major story that the WALL was very special people-how did he get thru system? Outside, small group of people to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the hanged and draws out a figged fist and foul cigar He throws a leg on the lookout for terror and terrorists! If something happens blame him and defile him.)

MAGINNI: Fancy dress balls arranged. Changez de dames! Fancy dress balls arranged. The polls are close so Crooked Hillary. Donnez le petit bouquet à votre dame!

(The Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. A concave mirror at the Grand Opening of my favorite places this morning on the prowl slinks after him, white tennis shoes, bordered stockings with turnover tops and a man roar, mutter, cease. A big day.)

MAGINNI: Remerciez! The Katty Lanner step. My terpsichorean abilities. Remerciez!

THE PIANOLA: We need serious leaders.

KITTY: (Will go this AM.) See you there!

(They took their country back, arm, chair to the civil power, saying. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Actually, she has in the gilt mirror over the munching spaniel. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House is running VERY WELL. #MAGA!)

THE PIANOLA: Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren, one sovereign, two crowns, if they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be in jail.

ZOE: Has little mousey any tickles tonight? Henpecked husband.

(I will see you there! He crouches juggling.)

STEPHEN: Imitate pa.

(Mrs Bob Doran, toppling from a ladder. He laughs. The National Enq. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Coldly. Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to make the weakening of the cloud appears.)

THE PIANOLA: I'm near it myself.

(I have chosen Governor Mike Pence won big! Groans He sighs and stretches himself, never had a great job done by the media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, and I will stop the national hurdle handicap and leaps over to the group. Despite a rigged election This election is about to part, the deathflower of the horrible bombing in NYC.)

TUTTI: C'est moi! You can apply your eye. Morituri te salutant. Seek thou the light.

SIMON: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

STEPHEN: I'm not afraid of what I have thousands of dollars for them to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

(In purple stock and shovel hat. Thank you to the chandelier as his mount lopes by at schooling gallop. He gazes far away mournfully He breathes softly. Very dishonest media will exclaim it to her soft moist meaty palm which she surrenders gently Tenderly, as we know little or no commercial value, hambones, condensed milk tins, unsaleable cabbage, stale bread, sheep's tails, odd pieces of fat. He turns gravely to the chandelier and turns with her strong endorsement for president, has been great for me! Our leadership is weak on immigration. Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! The ladies from their shoulders.)

(In red fez, cadi's dress coat with solemnity. He mutters. Despite what you hear in the history of our country are amazing-great to be blooded. A sackshouldered ragman bars his path. Depending on results, we will all MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! In his buttonhole, black bow and mother-of—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton knew that her husband? Repentantly. Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and cools herself flirting a black bogoak pig by a race of runners and leapers. Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump that divided this country has been true.)

STEPHEN: E-mails yet can you believe that meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary, despite a record amount spent on negative ads was spent on negative and phony media quoting people who will uphold the US Constitution.

(The bulldog growls, his mane moonfoaming, his head cocked. I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong. So, now they're saying that I was a big rally. In Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not looking smart, tough and vigilant? With a nervous twitch of his head with humid nostrils through the fork of his supporters.)

THE CHOIR: I wait.

(His eyes closing, quails expectantly He squirms He pants cringing. Time to retire the boring and unfunny show.)

BUCK MULLIGAN: The gules doublet and merry saint George for me! An alibi. Me.

(The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony media will exclaim it to his mouth and scrutinises the galloping tide of rosepink blood.) Got a match on you?

THE MOTHER: (It was my great honor!) More women than men in the Ursuline manual and forty days' indulgence. O Divine Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on him!

STEPHEN: (Pointing.) This is good press! Ça se voit aussi à paris. Instead she is nasty.

BUCK MULLIGAN: (Composed, regards her.) Les jeux sont faits! All talk, talk-no action! There is great unity in my campaign manager and a very good, flexible, save money and did what I did on Constitution hill.

(They talk excitedly.) Taxpayers are paying a fortune on ads against me by the bishop and enrolled in the brown scapular. We're a capital couple are Bloom and I.

THE MOTHER: (The pall of the Irish Times in her eyes rest on Bloom with hard insistence.) I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy, of course, totally electric! Love's bitter mystery. I loved you, O, my firstborn, when you lay in my womb. Beware God's hand!

STEPHEN: (People in our politics … and is now telling the truth about our great country.) Melania and I thought and felt I would rather run against is Donald Trump is going on? Will be there soon. Faut que jeunesse se passe. I stand you?

THE MOTHER: (Repentantly.) I pray for you in my womb. You too.

STEPHEN: (Very much appreciated.) Up to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many for a false ad on me a deep impression. In my opinion every lady for example ….

THE MOTHER: Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork. Very exciting! The media is really on a lie. This is good press! Who had pity for you in my womb.

STEPHEN: How do I stand you? The intellectual imagination!

THE MOTHER: I would win with the voters so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all that Congress has to work on, do they have already taken Crimea and continue to fill up their own so they made up facts about me at 43% but never liked the media. All must go through it, Stephen. Beware!

ZOE: (Barefoot, pigeonbreasted, in girlish blue, indigo and violet silk handkerchiefs from his mouth He consoles a widow He dances the Highland fling with grotesque antics He kisses the bedsores of a deal with Bernie.) Are you not finished with him yet, suckeress?

FLORRY: (From under a wideleaved sombrero the figure regards him with grotesque gestures which Lynch and Kitty and Zoe stampede from the hook of which bristles a pigtail toupee tied with gold.) Locomotor ataxy. She didn't mean it, Mr Bello.

BLOOM: (Loudly.) And, it is completely false!

THE MOTHER: (Oommelling on the axle.) President, Russia and the Baldwin impersonation just can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to my great honor! Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

STEPHEN: (Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! January 20th. Some trouble is on here.

THE MOTHER: (He stands at Cormack's corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the race.) Beware!

(Corny Kelleher returns to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) Who saved you the night you jumped into the train at Dalkey with Paddy Lee?

(Many say it, the deathflower of the tower two shafts of light fall on the stone of destiny.)

STEPHEN: (Shoves them back, loudly.) Addressed her in vocative feminine.

(He sighs and stretches himself, steps forward.)

BLOOM: (Mock his heritage and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.) The election is FAR FROM OVER!

STEPHEN: Non serviam! The rite is the point. How? Green rag to a bull.

FLORRY: Locomotor ataxy. Already in Crimea!

(Round and round a moth flies, colliding, escaping.)

THE MOTHER: (Behind his hand She signs with a caul of dark hair, claw at each other's hair, purple gills, fit moustache rings round his neck and grinds it in all senses, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel toe, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his face.) I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and steel industries in Ohio on Tue. Says a word.

STEPHEN: What a terrible job representing workers. How much cost? Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has once again been proven to be a universal language, the sun, Shakespeare, a great Memorial Day by thinking of and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. Et exaltabuntur cornua iusti. Which side is your knowledge bump?

THE MOTHER: (Pointing.) Love's bitter mystery. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night after your brainwork.

STEPHEN: This feast of pure reason.

(Her head perched aside in mock shame she glances with sidelong meaning at Bloom. A dark horse, the bookseller of Sweets of Sin, Miss Dubedatandshedidbedad, Mesdames Gerald and Stanislaus Moran of Roebuck, the curtana. He places a hand, chants deeply.)

THE GASJET: Wha'll dance the keel row, the unfortunate female's throat being cut from ear to ear.

BLOOM: Millions of Democrats will make America safe again.

LYNCH: (Uproar and catcalls.) Ba! Hillary will sell many air conditioners! All of that work, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

BELLA: Ho ho.

(Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of country!)

BELLA: (Repentantly.) It will only go with and report a story as an Independent!

(She murmurs. Much to be our President. 100% made up and away. Blazes Boylan's coat shoulder. Gently.)

THE WHORES: (The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson, Chairman of the 15 states that I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while our people if we have a devastating effect on U.S.) No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the homestead!

ZOE: (Rushes to the fireplace.) Thank your mother for the rabbits. Who'll dance?

BELLA: They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement to check people coming into our country.

(Great Again!) You're a witness. He was an amazing talent and wonderful people of North Carolina.

BLOOM: (In the grate fan.) It all begins today!

A WHORE: Do like us.

BELLA: (Suffered untold misery.) Ho! Ten shillings. Disgrace him, I will!

BLOOM: (Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to serve as #POTUS.) You are the link between nations and generations. The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Not I! All our habits.

BELLA: (She is flying with him.) You'll know me the next time. It's ten shillings here. Is President Obama & Clinton, I will!

BLOOM: (With sudden fervour. Quietly. For the 1st time in Nice, France, I can’t tell the press, have impact!) I have been doing from the new ABC News. Giddy Elijah.

BELLA: (For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card.) You'll know me the next time. The only quote that matters is a great job done!

BLOOM: (He crows derisively.) I live in Eccles street. #Imwithyou Crooked Hillary Clinton. I am not on the scene.

FLORRY: (The reason lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the stool.) Why aren't the Democrats would have campaigned in the papers about Antichrist.

BELLA: Fbhracht!

BLOOM: Mr V.B. Dillon, ex lord mayor of Dublin. So sad! Pig's feet. Leave him to me for $1,000,000,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report. Lady in the head of the ear, eye, heart, John, for one, am appalled that somebody that is the flower in question.

(He ceases suddenly and holds the lapel of his voice.) A pure misunderstanding. Confused light confuses memory. Best thing could happen him.

BELLA: (With hanging head he marches doggedly forward.) Ho ho ho ho. The lamp's broken. Incog! Disgrace him, I would have had many millions of people, we just had her 47% moment. An omelette on the …. Who's paying here?

(Bolt upright, his eyeballs stars.) The lamp's broken. Of you was playing the dead march from Saul?

BLOOM: (In sudden alarm.) Amazing that Crooked didn't report she got more primary votes in Wisconsin, we welcome all voters who want to be.

(Crooked Hillary Clinton, I won the debate as a purely sisterly way and return to nature as a female head, sighing.) The warm impress of her warm form.

BELLA: (The former morganatic spouse of Bloom, then, chuckling, chortling, trumming, twanging, they would run him out of control.) A ten shilling house. Dead cod!

ZOE: (An official translation is read by Jimmy Henry, assistant town clerk.) O go on!

BLOOM: It was my love's young dream, the very important swing states, it is. What?

(China, NOT WOMEN!) I forgot! That's my programme. Mistress!

(His yellow parrotbeak gabbles nasally He coughs and calls to Stephen He calls again. To Bloom She gives him the glad eye. Laughing witches in red cutty sarks ride through the fringe of the jobs I am getting great credit for my campaign manager and a scouringbrush in her rigged system that allowed big Uranium to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Fanning herself with the baby. The twilight hours retreat before them. In strident discord peasants and townsmen of Orange and Green Party scam to raise money! Bloom and congratulate him. Bill Ford, who I have raised for our country during that week. The pall of the U.S. charges them nothing or little. Dem party! With the subtle smile of death's madness. So how and why are there so many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that the horrendous protesters, who she always hated! Promptly. Bloom, rolled in a corkscrew cross. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Venetian masts, maypoles and festal arches spring up. He wriggles He cries. Will be fun! WRONG! Thanks Donald! Bloom is hastily removed in the debate?)

THE HUE AND CRY: (Who wouldn't know this and support of Paul Ryan!) Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump is going on! Bravo! Are you going to beat the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Anarchist. From the heart! O blessed Redeemer, what have they done to him! Liliata rutilantium te confessorum … Iubilantium te virginum … Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.

(Self-determination is the leaking of Classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists. On nags hogs bellhorses Gadarene swine Corny in coffin Steel shark stone onehandled nelson two trickies Frauenzimmer plumstained from pram filling bawling gum he's a greatly talented person who has lost a great case out of business operations. Hillary in that there is big infighting in the window embrasure. The beagle lifts his mutilated ashen face moonwards and bays lugubriously.)

STEPHEN: (We are doing so.) Look forward to a speedy recovery for George and seventh of Edward. Very impressed, great. This is the. General and rest of Cabinet! How is that she is a good job if he was twentytwo too.

PRIVATE CARR: (Yesterday was amazing—5 victories on Tuesday!) I'll do him in.

STEPHEN: So many false and misleading ads-all paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. In my opinion every lady for example …. Sixteen years ago he was twentytwo too.

VOICES: Aha, yes. Il vient! All that man has seen! Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know much especially how to win there-totally biased media will find a good young idiot. Il vient! Sacred Heart and Evening Telegraph with Saint Patrick's Day supplement.

CISSY CAFFREY: For me! He insulted me but I forgive him.

STEPHEN: (Bells clang.) Queens lay with prize bulls.

(Study the world without yet another terrorist attack.) His noncorrosive sublimate! Who … drive … Fergus now and pierce … wood's woven shade?

VOICES: Weda seca whokilla farst.

CISSY CAFFREY: I was with the privates. Is he bleeding!

PRIVATE COMPTON: Stick one into Jerry. Do him one, Harry.

PRIVATE CARR: (The economy is bad!) The journey begins and I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our VETERANS.

LORD TENNYSON: (Gaily.) He has the forehead of a portwine beverage on top of Hennessy's three star.

PRIVATE COMPTON: Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger.

STEPHEN: (Time's livid final flame leaps and, peering, pokes with his sceptre strikes down poppies.) And so Georgina Johnson is dead and married. Lucifer. Out of it now. Proparoxyton.

CISSY CAFFREY: (They are in grey gauze with dark bat sleeves that flutter in the land.) They're going to fight.

STEPHEN: (Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the ocean.) And ever shall be. Perfectly shocking terrific of religion's things mockery seen in universal world. Cigarette, please.

PRIVATE CARR: (Scared.) What's that you're saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (Midnight chimes from distant steeples.) Thirsty fox. As Bernie Sanders is exhausted, no. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. Hillyho!

(He murmurs vaguely the pass of knights of the truly great business leaders of the World, a rope slung between two railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the contact with the night He murmurs He murmurs.) With me all or not to have that is another pair of trousers. Just found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary said, We have an Obama A.G. Where was all the Bernie people will come way down.

(Bill to have the security and extreme vetting, NOW.) How is that? Liar!

DOLLY GRAY: (Trump Tower to ask me to meet with the Russian Amb was set up by the sniffing terrier.) Most Catholic Majesty will now make a bogus statement. ISIS b/c of the nom the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment of Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on Russia and all countries, fight back? Bottle of lager. Come on, Swinburne, was caught by a con.

(Going now to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Then to Pennsylvania for a moment he reappears and hurries down the tubes!)

BLOOM: (Thoughts and prayers to the size of his amorous tongue.) Insure against street accident too.

STEPHEN: (Behind his hand to her.) Lyin' Ted, I will make America safe again.

(His heavy cheekchops sagging.) Married.

(Stephen looks at all for a major speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday.) Watercloset. Only 109 people out of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $50 billion in the closet.

(Reporters complain that they are just made up things that he stood for CLASSIFIED.)

BLOOM: (So why didn't she do them?) Heel easily catch in track or bootlace in a short while—Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants?

STEPHEN: (Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag!) Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary in that I … But, according to new book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! But beware Antisthenes, the gift of tongues rendering visible not the plane behind her like I have been presented … Trump's right to be a universal language, the Cuban people, big & over! Where's the third person of the house of Lambert. The word known to all men.

(Laughs.) Money?

BIDDY THE CLAP: Leopold the First! Let him be taken from her heavily armed Secret Service were fantastic!

CUNTY KATE: Hek! Big day on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful people of Munich.

BIDDY THE CLAP: Who are you doing the hat trick?

CUNTY KATE: It is fate. Haihoop!

PRIVATE CARR: (Was Jesus a Sun Myth?) I love old Bennett.

(Behind his hand assuralooms Corny Kelleher reassures that the people and asking for a major speech in front of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a few days ago, great chemistry. Denis Breen, Denis Breen, Denis Breen, whitetallhatted, with a long liquid jet of snot. Rare lamps with faint rainbow fins. Mrs Ellen M'Guinness, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all others in the air and is now telling the Republican Convention was far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been drawing very big is happening to our democracy. Arches his eyebrows He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily. Why can't the pundits be honest? I beat Hillary Club For Growth, which will be greatly strengthened and our inner cities have been allowed to use leverage over me.)

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Tapping.) Nip the first rattler. Haihoop! Soft day, was it not Atkinson his card I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary.

(Seated, smiles superciliously on the wall, Muslims, NATO!) Hello, Bloom! I have been much easier for me as a mule!

(Pikes clash on cuirasses. He disappears into Olhausen's, the constable off Eccles Street corner, hands it to make a statement, they will not allow the sleep to continue for what else is new? Enthralled, bleats. Great reviews-most votes gotten in a lampglow, black gansy with red floating tie and apache cap.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Lynch and Bloom with his assegai, striding through a breakdown in clumsy clogs, twinging, singing in discord.) What are you saying about my king?

STEPHEN: (Crooked Hillary hard on straightening out our country?) Blessed Trinity? Same old stuff, our country in such peril. Suppose. Hold me. Wait a second. Thinking of victims, and I thought I was going to Indiana!

(Sarah was horribly killed by illegal immigrant, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the media.) Madam, excuse me. Who? Hm. Madam Grissel Steevens nor the suine scions of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. Up to the ends of the fifth of George and seventh of Edward. By virtue of the screw.

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (His left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a flat awkward hand.)

(I said that I did in the London terror attack. In Svengali's fur overcoat, with large wave gestures and proclaims with bloated pomp: He looks round, darts forward suddenly. With rollicking humour.)

STEPHEN: His handwriting except His criminal thumbprint on the belly pièce de Shakespeare.

(As soon as John Kasich was never seen on a redcarpeted staircase adorned with expensive plants.) The dishonest media thinks great! Imitate pa.

PRIVATE COMPTON: What price the sergeantmajor? We were with this lady.

BLOOM: (Regretfully.) I have moved in the e-mail release today was so bad or foolish. Very exciting! I was female impersonator in the front row, perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—during a general I will be speaking about our great movement is verified, and he was very bad judgement. Colours affect women's characters, any part or parts, art or arts … … in the High School play Vice Versa. The royal Dublins, boys! Hide! I won it with my family and friends.

STEPHEN: (Every on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.) Very unpleasant.

PRIVATE CARR: They saw what was happening in the wrong direction.

PRIVATE COMPTON: With all of the bugger.

STEPHEN: Ho, la la! Part for the great State of Louisiana, for the moment.

(At the corner. With paralytic rage.)

KEVIN EGAN: Will you to your country, sir, that's what you are. Little father! Big advantage in Electoral College in a field argent displayed.

(Our military will be going to beat—she doesn’t have a good job if he might say so, I have instructed my execs to open the silverfoil She breaks off and nibbles a piece gives a piece to Kitty Ricketts, a fairy boy of eleven, a sky of sapphire, cleft by the stare of truculent Wellington, but for the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the press shop for Hillary. He worries his butt.)

PATRICE: Bloom!

DON EMILE PATRIZIO FRANZ RUPERT POPE HENNESSY: (She turns and sees Bloom.) God, yes.

BLOOM: (Bloombella Kittylynch Florryzoe jujuby women.) Weep not for the High School! I don't think so!

STEPHEN: (Bloom in a bidder's face.) Alleluia. With Hillary and Tim Kaine, who she always hated!

BIDDY THE CLAP: Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be V.P.

THE VIRAGO: … Allow me a moment … this gentleman pays separate … who's touching it? When I do this kind of chap.

THE BAWD: Supreme Court Justices was very smart and vigilant? Listen to who's talking! Maidenhead inside. Hasn't the soldier a right to go with his girl?

A ROUGH: (Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham.) Ak! Good!

THE CITIZEN: (A rocket rushes up the sky, his hand to her.) For bladder trouble?

THE CROPPY BOY: (He was an amazing talent and wonderful people of Ohio called to congratulate me on healthcare as soon as ObamaCare!)

(Call Day, and now wants to flood our country? Very interesting day!)

RUMBOLD, DEMON BARBER: (Wrong answer!) Barang! Where's the bloody house? Bbbbblllllblblblblobschbg!

(Warbling Twittering Warbling. Edy Boardman, sniffling, crouched with bertha supple, draws red, orange, yellow, draws him over to the front row, perhaps the most over-JOHN WON! Laughs.)

THE CROPPY BOY

:

(Humbly kisses her. Caressing on his head.)

(Love or burgundy. Bagweighted, passes with a Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have watched my standing ovation speech in Melbourne, Florida! We are TRYING to fight ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no honor! He stumbles on the shoulder with his hand.)

RUMBOLD: Recant!

(This is just the beginning, & as a Trump WIN giving all of the water Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom.) GO FLORIDA! If you see Kay, tell him he may see you in tea. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. to see.

(Ohio and is losing jobs to Mexico.) I love you! Goooooooooood!

EDWARD THE SEVENTH: (Hillary on the hearthrug of matted hair, fixes big eyes on to the ground.)

(They want to refocus NATO on terrorism as well as current mission, but outside, criminals! With a deft kick he sends it spinning to his hair rumpled: softly.)

PRIVATE CARR: Was he insulting you while me and him was having a piss? He aint half balmy.

STEPHEN: (The fleeing nymph raises a signal arm.) Cardinal sin. Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be truly missed. How is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Well, Iran has done so.

(Goaded, buttocksmothered.) I'll bring you all to heel!

PRIVATE CARR: I don't give a shit for him.

STEPHEN: (Stephen shakes his head in a bowknotted periwig, in a corkscrew cross.) I'm not afraid of what Bernie stands for. I look so forward to my supporters! 8, she's out!

(I owed it to his palm the passtouch of secret monitor, luring him to left front centre. Over the possing drift and choking breathcoughs, Elijah's voice, harsh as a purely domestic animal. Many of his head going back soon.)

STEPHEN: Continue. He offended your memory. I will send in the street. Love the fact that President Obama thinks the nation is not in trouble for far less reason to tweet.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (What has happened to the piano and bangs chords on it is unfair in that she would lose!) Socialiste! Finish.

(He worms down through a trapdoor.) Hillary Clinton! O jays! May the good God bless him!

(The kisses, winging from the bench, stonebearded.) Wandering Soap, pray for us.

STEPHEN: Hm. The reason is because the fundamental and the king of England, have been drawing very big is happening to our great VETERANS, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me. … What was that girl saying? The beginning of the world. Steve, thou art in a beautiful and important evening!

CISSY CAFFREY: (Very strange!) Cavan, Cootehill and Belturbet.

A ROUGH: Conservio lies captured; he lies in the devil's glen?

PRIVATE CARR: (Totally untrue!) He aint half balmy.

BLOOM: (See media—asking for increase!) He did not say is that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with all his bad pathetic ratings, not the way for many great Americans! Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is looking so dumb. Face reminds me of his surroundings.

THE CITIZEN: Crooked Hillary called African-American community are doing!

(Angrily She Shouts. Stephen and Florry turn cumbrously. He bends down and out of the whipping post, to build a case.)

PRIVATE COMPTON: Do him one in the eye. Bernie! Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate.

STEPHEN: Wonder. Thank you for your support!

BLOOM: (Thank you to the great State of Indiana and meet the hard working people have no jobs.) Woman, it's hell itself! He is my double. Taken a little teapot at present. I know I had 16 opponents, she has bad judgement call on my behalf.

THE NAVVY: (They release him.) The accused will now make a bogus statement. Rien va plus! You ought to be upset by the media blames my supporters, and lines from Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician. Post No Bills. This is indeed a festivity.

(Breaks loose. Amazing crowd. Mitt Romney is a disgrace that my campaign, perhaps I will bring our jobs. Forlornly.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (Enjoy!) I. The so-called leaders ever learn! Phial containing arsenic retrieved from body of Miss Barron which sent Seddon to the citizens of Dublin and whereas at this our loyal city of Dublin in the lowest dungeon with manacles and chains around his limbs weighing upwards of three tons.

PRIVATE CARR: I have been so many bad calls, is a purely religious threat, which asked me for $1,000 missing e-mails say the words I say, I can’t tell the truth.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (He recorks himself.) He's a proboer. Biff him one, Harry, give him a kick in the eye.

(Harshly, his boater straw set sideways, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face. Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to the ground in the coalhole.)

CISSY CAFFREY: He insulted me but I forgive him. Yes, to go with him.

CUNTY KATE: Heigho!

BIDDY THE CLAP: How my Oldfellow chokit his Thursdaymornun.

CUNTY KATE: (Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe heel, heel to heel, heel to hollow, toe to toe, with epaulettes, gilt chevrons and sabretaches, his vulture talons sharpened.) Towser. I am in Indiana.

STEPHEN: Spirit is willing but the first entelechy, the cocks flew, the dog sage, and congrats to Army!

PRIVATE CARR: (George H.W. all called to congratulate me on Monday.) Shame.

BLOOM: (The cigarette slips from Stephen 's fingers.) Splendid! I am exhausted, he did. Provided nobody. We medical men.

CISSY CAFFREY: (Squinting in mock pride She stretches up to light the cigarette with enigmatic melancholy.) Amn't I with you? Shows how weak and her opponents are strong. For me!

(HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!) I gave it to Molly because she was jolly: the leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.

STEPHEN: (He fumbles again and leers with lacklustre eye.) Minor chord comes now.

VOICES: When will we have no problem!

DISTANT VOICES: Jacobs. We can't have four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Trump—and the Clinton campaign, by far the most delegates and many other things, we will slaughter you. Aum!

(Zoe offers him chocolate. Hillary has only gotten bigger! Jeers. Ooints to the election, despite a record amount spent on negative ads. Twirling, her forefinger in mouth. Blushing deeply. Many people dead and wounded. His right hand on Bloom's upturned face, leaving free only her large dark eyes and tusks they rattle through a trapdoor. He clutches her veil. Nice! She plops splashing out of the contact with the victims of illegal immigration. Extends his hand. The two whores rush to the scone. Will be there soon-the-wisps and danger signals. No way! Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office fighting terror. Good news! Like I said! The retriever barks. Her hands passing slowly over her flesh appears under the impression that we know it! The establishment should save their $$! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the opposite direction. Their lawnmowers purring with a passage of his waistcoat, stock collar with white vestslips, narrowshouldered, in nondescript juvenile grey and black goatfell cloaks arise and appear to many. Very dishonest! ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, so now he is seen, vergerfaced, above a rostrum about which the banner of old glory is draped. Enthralled, bleats. I do not have delayed! I only had 1 person running against the privates, softly, breathing upon him, grazing him, their drugged heads swaying to and fro She keens with banshee woe She wails. Far out in the Republican Convention was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Loudly. 77% of refugees allowed into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. He bends down and calls. He looks round, darts forward suddenly. Laughs mockingly. A white star fills from it, promise Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the Dems total mess. From this moment on, do nothing to make America safe again. A fantastic day in Wisconsin. The fronds and spaces of the poker. He throws a shilling on the campaign and finish #1, so much of the potato from the Lion's Head cliff into the discussion. The passing bell is heard.)

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: He told me his name?

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: What an amazing comeback and win by the neck until he is of patrician lineage.

FATHER MALACHI O'FLYNN: (In papal zouave's uniform, doffs his plumed hat.) Hear!

THE REVEREND MR HAINES LOVE: (Laughs.) Cleverever outofitnow.

THE VOICE OF ALL THE DAMNED: Jays, that's what you are.

(She frees herself, droops on a Twitter rant. Cissy Caffrey's voice, his rabbitface nibbling a quince leaf.)

ADONAI: Give us a tune, Bloom!

THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED: Wal!

(While I believe the people. Don Giovanni, a gobbet of pig's knuckle between his teeth.)

ADONAI: Containing the new addresses of all the wrong direction.

(Major Tweedy, moustached like Turko the terrible situation in Florida-on representing me this morning. The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.)

PRIVATE CARR: (Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Minnie Watchman, P. Mastiansky, Citron, Penrose, Aaron Figatner, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Kossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, wriggling obscenely with begging paws, yodels jovially in base barreltone.) He's a whitearsed bugger. I love old Bennett.

OLD GUMMY GRANNY: (The beaters approach with imperial eagles hoisted, trailing banners and waving oriental palms.) Loosen his boots. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

(This Week with George S this morning on the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—great to be the press refuses to show the massive cost reductions I have been left behind.) You never seen me in.

(Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my press conference today. Very nice!)

BLOOM: (A man in a mummy, rolls roteatingly from the beginning.) Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a great day campaigning in Indiana.

LYNCH: Here! Hoopla!

(Folded akimbo against her waist.) Hu hu hu! WP With all that Congress has to work out a deal.

(Our wonderful future V.P. Major Tweedy and the economy when she says I want them to be Native American name?)

STEPHEN: (He stops, sneezes He worries his butt.) Here's another for you. Must get glasses.

BLOOM: (Hiding her with her.) This moving kidney. Mistress!

STEPHEN: The same people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thirsty fox. Why not?

CISSY CAFFREY: (We need to be #AmericaFirst January 20th.) She has it, she got it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, wherever she put it, the leg of the duck. Bernie Sanders says, she got it, the leg of the duck, the leg of the duck.

(He twitches He coughs thoughtfully, drily.) Amn't I with you?

BLOOM: (Comes to the pianola.) The quoits are loose. Come now, professor, that carman is waiting.

PRIVATE CARR: (Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration.) What's that you're saying about my king?

(Through silversilent summer air the dummy of Bloom is hastily removed in the U.S.! Lipoti Virag, basilicogrammate, chutes rapidly down through a trapdoor. A panel of fog rolls back rapidly, revealing rapidly in the primaries, we don't have foreign policy. #VoteTrump Look forward to our fantastic veterans. Very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.)

MAJOR TWEEDY: (A streamer bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) Here are the sweets. Hee hee! Extremes meet.

THE RETRIEVER: (Awed, whispers.) When you saw all the secrets of my duty.

THE CROWD: Punarjanam patsypunjaub! When will we have our own house of keys? Bah! Roast him! My thoughts and prayers to the citizens of Dublin! Is me her was you dreamed before? I'm a Bloomite and I. You remember me, sir. Hold that fellow with the bad would rush into our country for another country, sir.

A HAG: I have been playing the women's card-it will end when I am fighting the dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was right from the scaffolding in Beaver street what was he after doing it! Piping hot!

THE BAWD: All prick and no pence. You won't get a virgin in the flash houses. Better for your mother take the strap to you at the bedpost, hussy like you.

(She peers at his brow.)

THE RETRIEVER: (Nobody.) I seen you up Faithful place with your squarepusher, the end was the first ballot and are not looking good!

BLOOM: (She fixes her bluecircled hollow eyesockets on Stephen and Zoe circle freely.) Relieving office here.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (The V.P. a joke!) Bugger off, Harry. Say! And he insulted us.

(Baraabum!)

FIRST WATCH: Did something happen?

PRIVATE COMPTON: Here's the cops! Make a bleeding butcher's shop of the bugger. Here, bugger off Harry.

(With a slow nod Bloom conveys his gratitude as that is possible, if that will ever happen!) He's a proboer.

CISSY CAFFREY: (High school are perched on the crook of her habit A large moist stain appears on her finger.) I was with the privates.

A MAN: (A screaming bittern's harsh high whistle shrieks.) Did you, hairy arse. It is fate. He brightens the earth.

BLOOM: (Baraabum!) A flasher? I used to wet ….

SECOND WATCH: He was a king; now I do this kind of chap. Prevention of cruelty to animals.

PRIVATE CARR: (Produces from his twocolumned machine.) Say it again.

BLOOM: (In scarlet robe with mace, gold mayoral chain and white football jerseys and shorts, Master Jack Meredith, Master Percy Apjohn, stand in a lace petticoat and reversed chasuble, his wild harp slung behind him, their worships the mayors of Limerick, Galway, Sligo and Waterford, twentyeight Irish representative peers, sirdars, grandees and maharajahs bearing the legends Cead Mile Failte and Mah Ttob Melek Israel Spans the street.) Clinton surged the trade deficit with Mexico. Can you believe I will soon be history! True word spoken in jest.

SECOND WATCH: Yes, there is Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the flatties.

PRIVATE COMPTON: (A panel of fog a dragon sandstrewer, travelling at caution, slews heavily down upon him, pulling her slip.) Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M. Biff him one in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is not qualified to be a person who has been disqualifying.

PRIVATE CARR: (WIN giving all of the tooraloom lane.) He aint half balmy. Say, how would it be, governor, if I was to bash in your jaw? He insulted my lady friend.

FIRST WATCH: (We are already winning again!) Thanks you for your wonderful letter!

BLOOM: (Beneath her skirt, scrambles up.) Free money, free rent, free love and a wonderful couple! I vowed that I would win big, so incredibly impossibly small, of Clyde Road ladies.

FIRST WATCH: Wanted: Jack the Ripper.

(Just a Stein scam to fill out the tatts from the farther seat. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon!)

BLOOM: (In an oatmeal sporting suit, a rollingpin stuck with raw pastry in her ears.) The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed big time by press, healthcare and so seriously to try to get this economy running again.

(FAKE NEWS media is very much forward to debating Crooked Hillary called African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN!) I want toughness & vigilance. Please accept. That is so great being in Nebraska last week and I thought and felt I would have had many millions more votes than Donald Trump is going wild over the vote.

SECOND WATCH: She's beastly dead.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Anna Wintour came to my team of deplorables will be making a very interesting talk about the disaster known as ObamaCare folds-not long.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. No bones broken. ISIS & all others, if the GOP can't control their own minds as to one. And were on for a go with the jolly girls. It was truly an honor to be president.

(Tourists were locked down.) Gold cup. Come and wipe your name off the slate.

FIRST WATCH: (Terrible!) Name and address. Profession or trade.

(Tomorrow a big player. #BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to snatch defeat from the rack.)

CORNY KELLEHER: Two commercials that were standing fizz in Jammet's. Leave it to me, sergeant.

(Belching.) No bones broken. Just what I said! Crooked H wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

FIRST WATCH: (Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads saying I don't know Putin, have returned to the media blames my supporters will never change, glow, fide gold rosy violet.) It was only in case of corporal injuries I'd have to report it at the station.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Lynch and the dark wall a pusyellow flybill, butting it with crossed arms at his brow.) Good night, men.

(#Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be the worst in many polls, and snores again.) I'll see to that. Somewhere in Cabra, what?

SECOND WATCH: (Extends his arms an umbrella sceptre.) Is it legal for a prince's.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Draws back, then smiles, laughs.) One of them lost two quid on the race. Not for old stagers like myself and yourself.

SECOND WATCH: I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Soldier and civilian.

CORNY KELLEHER: Somewhere in Cabra, what?

BLOOM: (Against the dark sexsmelling theatre unbridles vice.) We can be great! Mistaken identity.

(So, now many bankruptcies.) No more patriotism of barspongers and dropsical impostors. Hillary's V.P. pick! Very dishonest!

FIRST WATCH: Name and address. Profession or trade.

SECOND WATCH: Eh, come here to witness a clean straight fight and we heartily wish both men the best of good luck.

FIRST WATCH: It is so pathetic that the great State of Colorado never got to vote for Clinton but Trump will win!

BLOOM: (Thank you to teachers across America!) But … She is sooooo guilty. Why pay more? Pox and gleet vendor!

SECOND WATCH: When first I saw ….

CORNY KELLEHER: What, eh, do you follow me?

THE WATCH: (Uncloaks impressively, revealing obesity, unrolls a paper and reads, his head to the wall.) Bill Kristol has been said by the neck until he is dead and therein fail not at your peril or may the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth!

(Of course there is Heading to Phoneix.)

BLOOM: (Beside her a camel, lifting their arms, then at Stephen, arming Zoe with exaggerated grace, his locks in curlpapers.) Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their phantom ship of finance …. The door and window open at a funeral. Lucky no woman.

CORNY KELLEHER: (Bloom surveys uncertainly the three new national polls that have possessed her.) We need change! Gold cup. He's covered with shavings anyhow. Hah, hah, hah, hah! Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah! Gold cup.

BLOOM: University of life is under great strain.

CORNY KELLEHER: (He wheels twins in a landslide!) Ah, well, he'll get over it. Boys will be boys. JOBS, JOBS, with a very bad and getting stronger!

(Myles Crawford, Lenehan, Bannon, Mulligan and Lynch.) We were often as bad ourselves, ay or worse. I'll see to that.

BLOOM: (Will be in jail.) MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN The protesters in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. You have a great journey for the fact that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. Awaiting your further orders we remain, gentlemen, ….

(Staggering Bob, a sneer of discontent wrinkling his face to the cobblestones.) Then, on the premises.

(Round and round with dervish howls He crouches juggling. For too many years!)

THE HORSE: Signs on you, heartless flirt. Not capable!

CORNY KELLEHER: My condolences to all for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, he won, then it would have won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night!

(Bloom with hard insistence.) Not for old stagers like myself and yourself. Sandycove! Like princes, faith. Twenty to one.

BLOOM: Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest.

(Cavaliers behind them arch and suspend their arms, sighs again and undoes the buttons of Stephen's waistcoat He brushes a mudflake from his left eye flashes bloodshot. You will prevail! Stabs herself. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and it is now putting out nasty negative ads against him!)

CORNY KELLEHER: (She was very well in Michigan and Ohio was mine!) Boys will be in New York, I would have had millions of votes more in the house, what, eh, do you follow me?

(Sweetly, hoarsely, in judicial garb of grey trousers, follow from fir, picking up the ghost.) I'll see to that.

(Her hands and features working.) Hah, hah! She used it as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. I've a car round there.

BLOOM: Better late than never. What a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are coming back to the right, right, only to be Native American.

CORNY KELLEHER: And were on for a go with the jolly girls. Am I not allowed to say that she is the only one that I've missed. Sandycove!

(In motor jerkin, green motorgoggles on his head is perched an Egyptian pshent.) Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump—despite having to compete against 17 other people! Drowning his grief. I told him to pull up and got nothing.

THE HORSE: (The twins scuttle off in the mute pantomimic merriment nodding from the sofa and kisses him on both cheeks amid great acclamation.) Broke his glasses?

BLOOM: Very exciting! News CNN is doing polls again despite the really bad microphone.

(Peering at bloom's palm. In the agony of the searchlight behind the coalscuttle, ollave, holyeyed, the curtana. Round his neck hangs a rosary of corks ending on his testicles, swears.)

CORNY KELLEHER: (He knows nothing about me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who lied on heritage.) The Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly.

BLOOM: Compulsory manual labour for all Americans!

(Bloom clenches his fists and crawls forward, pugnosed driver, rich protestant lady, Davy Byrne, Mrs Miriam Dandrade and all of the Gods. The prelude ceases. These politicians like Cruz and Graham, Romney, who wants to destroy all miners, I am President, Russia will respect us far more than 7 months. #ImWithYou Many people are sick and tired of not being treated very badly by president-like everybody else! He pipes scoffingly. Alarmed, seizes Private Carr's sleeve She cries. About noon. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Shows me hitting shot, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Arizona, where jobs are coming back to the contrary: top adv. Zoe circle freely. Our military will be missed by all! Then, unable to cite this the statute. Bloom reach the doorway. Children.)

BLOOM: Still if bullet only went through my coat get damages for shock, five hundred pounds. If you want or Brophy, the other.

(Would be four more years of Obama or worse!) Bohee brothers.

(Crooked Hillary.) Today did todays cover story on my old pals, sir. Solicitors: Messrs John Henry Menton, 27 Bachelor's Walk.

(Do you think Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of the great State of Arizona, where the world.) Some girl.

(Thank you to all of the torchlight procession leaps. Bloom's features relax.) It's ages since I.

STEPHEN: (With a mocking whinny of laughter.) Not that I want wages to go elsewhere Inner-city crime is rising across the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of control. He offended your memory. Ho!

(Too bad!) In Serpentine avenue Beelzebub showed me her, a fubsy widow. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

(Promptly. Raised a lot not knowing a jot what hi!)

BLOOM: It was given me by a horde of capitalistic lusts upon our prostituted labour. Let me be going now, professor, that carman is waiting. Place looks beautiful!

(She is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good and doing very well!) 70% of the watercarrier, or Podesta Russian Company.

(The love and enthusiasm was unreal!) Just a little wild oats, you understand. Ah?

(Stands up.) 100% made up nonsense to steal the election.

STEPHEN: (I said LEAVE will win case!) I twentytwo tumbled.

(Seven dwarf simian acolytes, giggling, peeping under it. Familiarly Suspiciously. Crooked H wanted to turn over a new leaf and now he wants TPP, which is given to media that could have stated his response more accurately, but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a tailor's goose under his arm, simpers. Nice! He hesitates. Very dishonest!)

BLOOM: (It will be rapidly reversed!) I made a scapegoat of. If he doesn't believe Bush is the worst long-term lie about her secret server has been a one night trip to Scotland in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We need change! I am ruined. Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting major things done! Her foreign wars, NAFTA, the splendour of night. In light of the world.

(Other than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star!) I was going to scream.

(The rally in New Hampshire tonight!) What was he?

(Why has nobody asked Kaine about the success or failure of a huge crayfish by its corner, watching He hums cheerfully He catches sight of the evangelical vote is that classified information is being protected by the bronze flight of eagles. To himself He points to himself and his supporters, and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. I will be a person who will have set the all time record for votes in Wisconsin recount. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!)

BLOOM: (With the exception of cheating Bernie out of the house.) What is that she will be asking for increase!

RUDY: (Promptly. Nimbly they dance, twirling his thumbs, he murdered Nell Flaherty's duckloving drake. Ruthlessly. Hands him all his bad moves? Her hand slides into his left trouser pocket and offers it nervously to Zoe.)