 I am a hurricane, listen to yourself churn. World serves its own needs, dummies serve your own needs. Beat it off an ox, beat grunt, no strength. The ladder starts to clatter with fear, fight down high. Wire and a fire representing seven games in a government for hire in a combat site. Left and west are coming in a hurry with the furies beating down your neck. Team by team, reporters babble, trump, tether, crop. Look at that, no plane, fine, dead. Uh-oh, over for a pop.