cringed. Above them, yet another insane roar: GAZE ON ME AND BE FILLED WITH WONDER. The real Supremo gestured again at the devout Midgie who flicked another console key: a crown of green flames leapt from the brow of the holo-Supremo; this holo-halo sprayed images of skulls, dollar signs and double helixes, which floated down amongst the devotees like fiery snowflakes. A thunderous cheer went up. Midgie wept joyfully…. Behind Chops and Smolley there was a sudden furious commotion: a team of dwarfs, cursing loudly, burst through crowd, half carrying and half dragging a lanky struggling man with oddly pointed Dr. Spock-style ears, his ripped police uniform hanging in tatters . Weeping pitifully, he gurgled and drooled, his sharp, bloody teeth chattering madly with fear and rage. Wave after wave of snot flew from his large nostrils like green streamers. Salo swooped downward his hand and a deathly hush fell over the crowd. He bellowed: “This is the fascist cop who torments and eats our beloved comrades! …well tonight he is going to be the main dish on our menu! Let’s feed boys!” Stunned, Chops and Smolley scrambled for the fire exits, trying to dodge the knives of the grinning Children of the New Tide leaping onto the writhing body of C.S “Corny” Lewis. Amid their gleeful roar, his howls of terror and pain were barely heard.
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