94 - Town hall.
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Pete and I went to another of those "town-hall"
style meetings near here. Amazon was hosting this
one, and they always bring good food, so we
thought it would be worth our while.
They got a stage set up in some empty dirt lot
with a generator and a PA system and all that, and
a whole lot of folding chairs for the audience. I
hear Amazon's got some new interest in taking over
in this area. Can't think of why. But anyways,
they're here to talk it over with us little
people, and also the Braxon chieftains who are all
sitting around in the front and trying to shoot it
all down. The federal republic sent someone too,
but he keeps getting shouted off the stage
whenever he tries to talk so that's sure a waste
of time.
Pete and I are loading up on sandwiches and coffee
which is all top notch Amazon grub as usual. And
Amazon's own rep finally takes her turn to
talk. They've found some english-speaking elf to
speak on their behalf, and that gets some
attention for sure. Makes sense though, as
there's not so many homo-saps left around here
anyways.
And she's really well spoken, and it sounds like
there's a real plan for this place. From what I
can tell at least, although I'm mainly there just
to eat. But the Braxons are all heckling her
pretty hard, and that's got to be frustrating.
Just mindless shouting, questions with no answer,
catcalls, all of that stuff.
And it's so bad, that soon the rest of the
audience is getting restless and whatever, and you
can tell she knows she's losing them. And just
then a bunch of goblins come out of nowhere and
swarm the food tables, and that's the end of it.
Everyone's running around freaking out, or trying
to save the food, the Braxons are laughing so hard
they're falling off their chairs, and it's just a
mess. And the elf is so fed up by this point,
that she starts cussing in her own language and
then totally tosses the wireless mic for all she's
worth. Really hurls it, and it's so, so awesome!
But then it lands on the hood of one of the
Braxon's trucks and dents it, and then they're all
on their feet and there's no more laughing after
that. Pete and I decide to grab one more sandwich
and get the hell out of there.
My last look back, I see Amazon officials
grappling with Braxons, and a goblin inside the
giant bowl of potato salad that shatters as it
rolls off the table. Such a shame how this all
turned out. Because that potato salad was really,
really good.
