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Truth In Lies 3

Part 1 of 3

Fox News host: "Dave Pike, an almost god-like figure nowadays in Pikestown, Mexico is somewhat of a controversial figure in the eyes of ordinary people with tales of murder and human sacrifice surfacing daily. Starting as a tennis player in the seventies, he had an awesome record and played some of the greats, but arthritis stopped him going further at the peak of his career. From there he went on to host many TV shows, including "Pike on Soccer," and "Sportzone Madness". However, as he has said, while on the road with the "Sportzone Madness" covering many a huge sporting fest, and I quote, "I felt and presence, then heard a voice. Problem was though it didn't go away." Instead of going the psyche ward he went to a healer. Big mistake in the eyes of some. The healer told him he was a port and then told Pike to let the voices take control. And they did. Sometime after seeing the healer he reappeared on British TV screens in a one off interview and with Sir Larry Hogan. After the interview he was Laughed at by many as a mad eccentric loon, and soon after released a book "Freedom, Freedom and More Freedom. Freedom is the Way and I'll Take You There. To Freedom That Is". He hoped the book would help redeem him from some of the shame caused by the Hogan TV interview, and it did just that. Despite saying, and I quote again, "President Bush is behind a New World Order, and he along with Cronies are planning something 'big'. It is my prediction that this something big involves wrestlers and your young children, chiefly the controlling of the world's populous of WWF superstars kidnapping small children and sending them on banana boat-rockets to the moon. I predict that this will occur at the beginning of 1994. Trust me" People flocked to him. Some called him the turquoise God, so called after his magical belief in the colour turquoise and his one-piece only outfit, a turquoise shell-suit. Right after the first Freedom book he released another. Called "The Grande Secret: The Book That will Change Your World" it sparked the weirdest conspiracy of them all. The Reptilians; a group of shape shifting reptiles that control the world, apparently and according only to Pike. Pike Sights films such "They Live" and "V" as concrete proof to the Reptilians existence, though the writers say it's "Just Science-Fiction". 10 Books later and Pike has become a very powerful man, with devout followers known as the Touquits following him wherever he goes. More recently in Britain, Pike and his cohort, one Derrik Okra were embroiled in one of the biggest man-hunts in British history after Jean-Carl Henge attacked British PM, Tony Blair. The Schizophenic Henge told the police that "Pike and Okra had ordered me to attack Blair to expose the Reptilian agenda." With Blair near on fatality wounded and clearly human, the police sought the supposed conspirators, Pike and Okra. Fact was they had already figured how to evade the police, and so after three weeks hiding in the tubes of the London Underground finally came out, ran off to the nearest airport to emigrate. At the airport they Hijacked a BA 747 and flew to America, where low on fuel Crashed into an already disaster hit town.
In the Deep South, after a huge hurricane the people were vulnerable enough, and some say that this was perfect for Pike to set up a new power-base for his ideas. Claiming "The hurricane was caused by a huge wind turbine/hair-drying device pointed directly down on low lying town", the people, many of whom had lost everything flocked to his speeches and lapped it up with no evidence supporting his claims whatsoever. His support was so strong that he built a church, aptly named "The Turquoise temple" with money supplied for relief effort of the southern town. This concluding, that many of the non-Pike supporters were pissed off and rightly so, and a week after the church was built arson left it a smouldering wreck. Claiming that he "had enough of the hate" Pike and Okra persuaded the followers of the "The Turquoise Temple" to head further south to find peace and Nirvana. That place was Mexico. And so History will state that this is how Pikestown, Mexico came to be. Calling this place a haven of peace is somewhat ignorant in the eyes of some. One is Leroy King, who has stated that it's like some kind of nazi style concentration camp. On the other side we have Mr Okra, by phone. He is the self-professed deputy of "The Turquise temple" and says "It is a place of gum-drop smiles and peace, where freedom is found."
Okay, so first we hear Leroy's side of the story, who after losing everything in the Southern hurricanes of August says he was hypnotised and manipulated by the words of Pike and Okra.
Alright, glad you could be here today and I hope you like Mr Okra can tell your side of the story.
Leroy: I lost my house, my wife, kids- everything. I did have Mr Pike though and he was somewhat of a rock for me at first. Yah' know a comforter. He was all nice and his message was something to rely on when times got hard for me when I was on the streets at night. I was homeless, and had nothing. And so I guess when I had his book "Freedom, Freedom and More Freedom V2" it was something to believe in. And so I sucked it up, without questioning anything. I was stupidly naive"
Host: When did you realise you'd made a mistake in your eyes?
Leroy: That happened when they shipped us off to Mexico. They forced us though, but I guess we didn't wanna be rude or impolite or anything so just went along with it.
Host: What happened In Pikestown?
Leroy: A lot of bad stuff went down there.
Host: Like what?
Leroy: Well for starters there was nothing there at first, it was just a piece of wasteland in-between 5 other places where people lived. So basically we had to build and construct Pikes vision of our town, and we did just that. Yet it wasn't until it was finished we realised how similar it was to a concentration or death camp. There are barbed fences, watchtowers with gunmen inside, secret 'shower' chambers on one block and then the mini-palace type building where Pike and Okra live. The followers sleep in just 2 block buildings, which are like farmers barns with bunk beds. It was cramped for space in there though. I mean really cramped, because of the amount of people in them. And with all those people you get problems. So there is bad health, with dysentery and diarrhoea, it's just sick, that's the word - sick! Those poor bastards who still live in there must be dropping like flies, and I know it! After a couple of weeks people started to get sick. And to think there's only like one toilet and one shower for about 800 people still sickens me. But I had to endure it, so I know. Pike and Okra, that's different for them of course! They get gold-plated toilets, tanning units, baths, Jacuzzis and a full size luxury swimming pool. I know because I helped build it all.
Host: Were there many deaths?
Leroy:Oh yeah. Pike and Okra will deny it but people want to get out. Problem is though their being held. They employed Mexicans to watch over us and sit up in the watchtowers. Many people got shot because they wanted out. Others killed themselves. And other times Mr Okra would let the baboons, John & Yoko loose. They'd been trained, so when say someone is not working or is being lazy they attack. Sometimes we'd be carrying away friends who'd been beaten to death by these monsters. Yoko was the worst; she'd bite into the flesh, everytime aiming for the neck and the arteries. It was a horrible mess most times. It kept us in line and probably still is.
Host: Where is the money coming from?
Leroy: I had to help make parts for weapons as with the others who made other parts. It was then put together and the weapons where shipped off to terrorists in the middle-east and Eastern Europe. Pike and Okra are raking the money in, killing more people. It's so very sad. When you think that some child is wielding one of the weapons you help to make, and he then goes on to kill other children it gets me guilty. Though the guilt of Pike and Okra is much bigger. They both peddle the weapons to the gunrunners without any emotion whatsoever. It very, very sad. They are inhumane.
Host: Before we go on the phone with Mr Okra would you like to say anything directly to him?
Leroy: Yeah, he's an asshole! End of.
*In the corner of the TV screen a picture of Derek Okra is now shown with the text 'Live from Pikestown, Mexico below*
Host:[sign in to see URL], live on the phone from Pikestown to tell his side of the story is Derrik Okra, a spirit medium who says that Leroy is an impostor.
Derrik: Hello?
Host: Hi Derrik, your on the [sign in to see URL] continue and tell all.
Derrik: Well Hello. It's good to be heard all you lovely Americans. I can assure that all things are good down here at Icketown and Leroy has never actually been here. As Dave has told me, he must be a shapeshifter sent by your illuminati run newsstation to distort the real truth. That real truth is that Icketown is a haven of peace and nirvana. Dave Pike is a truly great man. He is a port of love and light.


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Part 2 of 3

*Suddenly, just as the news anchor retorts the broadcast is cut off, not by the US government but the Pikestown cult. The TV goes from grainy black and white, dots and lines to a promo for the Pikestown cult. In many ways it's like an advert for a luxury holiday resort with images of the followers living happy lives, working with smiles on their faces and children eating ice cream. In the background inspiration music is heard, like something heard on a christian rock CD or some advert. Derrik Okra is seen cuddling his two baboons as they rub his bare chest and Dave Pike is shown in a variety of poses much like Hitler during one of his speeches in Nazi Germany. Dave Pike is shown as a man high morals and strong vigour. Then the screen turns to a follower, kitted out in a turquise shell-suit like the rest of them and sporting a grin. Below the man on the TV screen the text 'Actual Testomy' flashes. The man then begins to talk. "Yah know, many people have been saying some very bad things about Pikestown, but it's very far from the 'Pikestruth'. The truth is that people need to know that they’re the ones who have it wrong and we have it the right way. The words of Mr Pike have given us all an inspiration to lead better lives and this is why we reside here, cause we love Pike and he ultimately loves us. Don't believe what the media tells you, they are all against us and you being happy. They abduct children, shapeshift and eat them - do we? No. The media is controlled by Jewish [sign in to see URL] mean Reptilians! Yeah, Reptilians from the 4th Zatos Demension of our Earth. They live off your fear, so beware [sign in to see URL] [sign in to see URL] US"...Then promo cuts to Pike, the religious figure touching the heads of his followers who kneel down at his feet as he passes them. It then cuts to Pike in front of his home in Pikestown, with Pike sitting on his porch stroking the head of a young [sign in to see URL] Pikestown broadcast is then cut off and returns to the Fox News channel in the advert break.

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Present Day Pikestown, Mexico.
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Dave and Derrik are sitting on the porch as seen in their promo talking about it. John & Yoko, the baboons play about just in front on the dusty lawn in a tire swing hanging from a tree. The followers are seen just ahead walking to and from different workhouses, each wearing the turquise shell-suits. They seem laggy and not motivated. They move slowly, their tired. Each of them donning a frown which tells you that they don't want to be there. One of the followers tires and pauses for a moment, puts his head in his hands and then wipes always the sweat caused by the blistering heat of the hot Mexican sun. In line of the sight of Mr Okra, the man is doomed. As soon as he sees this man being lazy and not working he shouts out in baboon chants to John & Yoko “hoo-hoo-huh”, who on hearing their masters attack call and seeing the tiring man, run ahead and pounce. As well as that Derrik calls out to a couple of Mexican gunmen in the watchtower and points at the man signalling with his hand that the man must be shot. The baboons pummel the man, who is then left like Jared Leto in Fight Club after Ed Norton beats the !@#$ outa him. The Mexicans the shoot the man from the watchtower. The man is dead, blood poors from his neck and he sighs his last breathe with the baboons looking down on him. The followers pass the dead man fearing for their own fate, and so swiftly move onward to where they are headed.
"Stupid Idiot, he deserved it" Derrik mutters.
"[sign in to see URL] make sure you get some of the fools to clear it up then." Dave replies.
"Mr Pike! Mr Pike!" In broken English one of the Mexicans shouts from the watchtower. "More people come [sign in to see URL] followers of the word of Pike."
Derrik gets up and heads towards the gate, just to left of the Pike and Okra house.
These people, around 10 or so look happy. Derrik will soon bring the reality of Pikestown to them.
Derrik was always a naive man, he did whatever I told him without questioning whether it was right, wrong or true, false and whatever else. I sure as hell like people like that, namely the people who continually read my books. [sign in to see URL] idiots. These idiots at the gates were those ones. I could tell. They all showed up in their own turquoise shell-suit and were clutching my book, the critically acclaimed sham that is "The Grande Secret: The Book That Will Change Your World". Funny though, I never meant for anyone to take it too seriously. These fools would be charged off to the shower room as we all call it; the truth is that it isn't. The block was a gas chamber on the far-side of the camp, hidden away behind the veneer of some trees and bushes. No one on the outside could see it. Derrik said we needed, "To keep the numbers down, and to snuff out the loony ones." This lot were indeed those ones. One of them was a beady-eyed, bearded man who as soon as at the gates began surveying the town (camp) for the 'symbols' of illuminati. His eyes wandered and I noted that he was extremely nervous upon seeing the huge pyramid on the sign above gates. It reads "Pikestown: A place of dreams, and freedom, freedom, freedom" next to a giant logo of a pyramid.
Derrik opened the gates, they came pouring up to and gave me congratulations on mine and Derrik's new best-selling book "7/7 The Yorkshire Patsies". The bearded man spoke aloud, and questioned me.
"Excuse me my holyness but why the pyramid above the gate?"
"It's supposed to be Ironic, mate!"
The man stood back, relieved that he wasn't gonna be held by the illuminati and then eaten by reptillians.
Derrik came back towards us after talking to the Mexicans in the watchtower, who followed on suit too carrying their weapons. He went in the house and came back seconds later, to get prepared for his new role upon reappearing outside, as the brutal fascist who leaves no one alive. He stood on the porch and put on his cap, with "Most Spooky" emblazoned across, then pulled his revolver out of his badly fashionable pink jogging bottoms. He was Pol Pot, Adolf Hitler and Kim Jong Ill all rolled into one. Strangely though, at most times he was a charming man. Holding the bearded man by the shell-suit top he then kicked the man in the back of the knees, flooring the man instantly. He aimed the gun at beardys head and pulled the trigger. It was followed by screams and wailing from the 4 women who came with him and the men just stood back hoping for resolve. One couldn’t wait and ran off towards the gates, Derrik signalled and he was dead too, hit by a hail of bullets from another mexican in the watchtower. The other eight people were led of in the direction of the showers behind the trees; they were followed by Derrik pointing his gun and the baboons, John & Yoko. I did hope he might spare a couple of the less loony one, yet Derrik had the "Most Spooky" cap on, so then I realised it wasn't likely. He was in the killing mood, especially when he wore that hat. He'll sit and watch through the block windows of the showers and watch these people wretch, scream and the drop, while stroking John & Yoko. I wiped the brain matter from the bearded man off my trousers, got up and observed through the bushes and trees, followed by the two Mexicans from the watchtower, Miguel and Alvarez.
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 Meanwhile - L.A. Air strip
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There's panic in the air, riotous screams are heard. There are a thousand people on all four sides of an insecure, badly barbed wired fence. A single jet is on the runway. Written on the side of it 'An Uwe Boll Jet'. The jet just sits. On the outside of the jet on its steps sits a bald headed man, clutching his head in his hands, crying.
"Mr Boll, we must leave now! They're gonna break down that fence at any bloody minute. We must leave [sign in to see URL] on, it's over, forget about [sign in to see URL]"
The bald-headed man sitting on the jet's steps get up and turns to the frustrated pilot behind him.
"I'm Uwe Boll, the Bollster. The spielberg of German [sign in to see URL], I'm mean how, how could [sign in to see URL] always believe what a fat man tells them. My movies are cutting the edge, yah? Mr Knowles and his cronies who slate my movies will [sign in to see URL]'s go....."
Uwe climbs aboard and the jet lifts off the runway and into the air.
Sometime later-Outside Pikestown, New Mexico
"Uwe, what you want is freedom, right?"
"Yah, [sign in to see URL] no darn [sign in to see URL]"
 "Uwe, go to Pikestown!"
"Freedom there, yah?"
"Oh yeah, lots of it. If you're lucky, Mr Pike may allow you to shoot movies there too. Just go." The pilot turns towards Uwe, motioning to get off the now grounded jet and leave for Pikestown "Here's the deal Uwe, I'm not really a real pilot, I'm a member United Nations and for crimes against humanity you have really been killed in an accident. On the release day of your movie Altered Beast, a literal game-to-movie adaptation with bad graphics included, 93 people died in the riots following it's showing across the country. For that Mr. Boll you must pay the price, but you'll live. Live Mr. Boll, under the condition that you are no longer Uwe Boll, German filmmaker and Doctor in the literary arts." The fake UN pilot delves into his pockets and pulls out some paperwork and a new phoney passport. Uwe looks terrible, the career he loves is ultimately over. "This is all you need, STEVE."
"Steve, aha. Yah, Steve. Very [sign in to see URL]!"
"Yes Steve, we know. This was all that was available us. Your full name is Steve Beamer, you were born and raised in Alaska. During that time you were injured in a freak industrial accident, and with your voice-box crushed it accounts for the strange very German sounding voice. You are not Uwe Boll, and not related to Uwe Boll. If anyone says that you remind them of him just say you hear it all the time and have entered many lookalike contests as him. Later today, the media will be told that Uwe Boll is dead, dying in an accident while practicing scenes by himself for what would have been 'your' latest movie, Pong: In the name of Balls & Rectangles."
"Dead?" Uwe is shocked.
"[sign in to see URL]."
The pilot gets up and hands Uwe the paperwork and passport, then reaches down for a bag which inside contains disguises. He opens the jets door and lets Boll out.
"Goodbye Steve!" Shouts the pilot from the now sealed up jet.
"Yah, bye..." Replies a drained Uwe.

The jet goes back into the air and Uwe steadily walks towards the Pikestown camp, unknowing of the evil within.
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I couldn't believe it, Derrik had gone through with it. They were all dead, gassed to death in the 'shower' block. They followers dragged the bodies out, two to one carrying the lifeless corpses into the incinerator shack nearby. Derrik calmly walked back towards us, me and the two mexicans who'd just watched him committing acts of genocide on the vulnerables. I didn't want all of them dead, but I didn't want to be dead myself either. Derrik had changed. He was a more malevolent than at any time I had ever known him. Dr megele he claimed, "Had invaded my mind" forcing him to commit barbaric inhuman acts. It was while stuck in the underground that Mengele first came about, after Derrik tripped and banged his head. After that he told me that Margot was murdered by Mengele in a mortal kombat style fight, and Mengele won taking Margot's place as his spirit guide. I was, and am worried for Derrik's sanity. It was like the time that while filming the Most Spooky show for HomeTV that Jacob Hills’ possessed him, and did so for an entire week. Derrik's critic's began to believe in his power after all. For an entire week he (Jacob Hills) walked around shouting his name and telling us he was 42, he could smell us, then moaned about being dead, or as he said "I'M F*CKING DEAD!". That was scary. Somehow I had to Margot back as his spirit guide. Would he cooperate?

"Aye amigo! One bald-headed German looking man at the gate. Do we kill him?" Said Miquel.
"No." I replied, looking at the poor man and wanting to be an Oscar Shindler of sorts. This man would live. Derek walked ahead towards the [sign in to see URL] followed suit.

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All done, finished. Sorry I took so long In posting this but I’m sure you understand. Anyways, laters. My first post was split into four parts cause it was so big just in case you were wondering.
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Ah yes, there was a visitor at the gate....

The stranger looked quite familiar, as if I had seen him in a now-forgotten dream. The VOICE then said one word "pure" which meant that this man was okay. I could enlist him as a guard or perhaps employ him in some other menial tasks, such as creating promotional materials.

Miguel stood at the stranger's shoulder. The new meat had no idea that Miguel was then in position to own him if I commanded it to be.

The stranger began to ramble myself and colleagues scrutinized him: "House of the Steve. I take the Nazi money but the Nazi money isn't real how can you spend Nazi money when there is no Nazi money-film production-tax relief-no catering because it causes lapses in action sequence.."

Alvarez and Miguel began to laugh.

Dave, of course, listened intently for either a book idea or perhaps some common rhetoric. He had recently co-authored several books alongside me; I had then observed his ability to store fragments of information for later introduction into some work of literature.

The stranger kept going and going: "-and I'll need a crane for that shot-"

"Sir," I said, "who are you and what do you want? I say unto you."

"I am [sign in to see URL] [sign in to see URL]. My house was crowded with crocoreptiles."

Dave's face changed instantly. "Come into the house, my friend. Tell us of the reptiles."

Oh hell, I thought. Dave's idealism wouldn't stop. It's lucky that Miguel & Alvarez find the stranger hilarious.

As Dave lead the crazy man away, I gave a glance to Miquel.

"Another book" said Miguel.

I looked away from Miguel to survey my Turquoise work force. The workers were moving about, but not quickly. Presently, I'd allow them to slowly lumber because seeing them do that is actually quite funny. With every anguished step, they would love the Turquoise more and more until it became part of them.

"It seems so-" I told Miguel "-because it's time to do another one."

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"-I will show you the ways of a monster. Remember you have no regard for human life, most especially women because they have the organs that you wish you had. So you want to make a suit from them."
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The last two posts have vanished! Anyways, I'll continue from your last post regardless...
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Steve looked worried, as if this were the moment we’d snuff him out or something. He wanted to leave, I wanted him dead and Derik, well, he wanted him obviously, purely for deviant means of course.

In Mexican, I told Miguel and Alvarez to sit on each side of Steve, to give a false sense of imprisonment. Seeing him there as he whimpered and became more and more terrified between the two fat Mexicans on the couch I felt it my duty to cheer him up.
An Irish born spiritualist healer & WoMBaMZi dancer called Connor Davis who resides at Piketown, employed to enlighten the followers said just other day that "dance enlightens the soul" of other day. He does this in full African tribal gear, with the turquoise loin cloth and spear included. Maybe this would work, so I walked out while Derik continued to behave as he did sometimes in loopy mode, now calling Steve, BloodSteve Rock Your Face. I found that mostly strange.

As I looked out on the porch of our mini-palace home I spotted him automatically, dancing the dance of generations of zulu warriors. He was a travelled man and on each trip to find his own enlightenment he picked many ways to enlighten others, mainly with dance and song.
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According to Connor, it was while on a the dirt paths of war-torn Sudan he met a wise man called Boo, and Boo proceeded to teach him of the wonders of the dancing of one; A unified mating dance involving two participants. One sits and the other dances erotically, to sway the mood from bad to good. Dwelling the bad energy from one person to another, in all cheering one person up and making the other (the dancer) feel depressed. As Boo taught this dance to Connor, he got depressed and killed himself. His death caused the civil war there and Connor fled, coming to me for work. At Pikestown his whole spiritual dance act goes down well, yet he never performs the dance of one and hasn’t since fleeing Sudan. One dance he was famous the world over for was “la Eiffel tower”, it involved a weird version the famous Parisian can-can and his penis, which he’d stretch to make shapes and buildings like the Eiffel tower, and the face of Tom Cruise. One day at the camp, a gang of conspiratorial turquits (followers) had had enough of “la Eiffel tower” act. Over a period of a week they planned Connor’s death, yet flopped down at the first hurdle after one of the goody-goody followers who liked Connor reported their planned actions to Derik. Derik was furious, ordering an execution of the conspirators that night. Under the cover of darkness, the four conspirators were executed in four different ways. It served as warning to the followers, who were forced to watch as Connor enacted revenge on them personally; Kicking the stool of the noosed man; Axing the head off another whom leant on a chopping block; Tearing a heart out of another man while it still beat; the last died of torture, not from Connor in his vengeful mood but by U2, who’s music had been playing out all night at the camp on large speakers to cloud the sound of death. Watching the men die kept the followers in line and that is what was needed. If they weren’t, the gun supply wouldn’t be ready for the Iranians, who expect a war in weeks. The Iranian president told me that if the guns weren’t ready for shipment by a certain date they’d nuke Pikestown, Mexico with the WMD’s first. This alone was call for some kind of dominance from us onto them. Connor who at 73, enacted murder on the conspirators told me afterwards that he felt “guilty” and couldn’t “dance the same” was on the way out, so maybe I could help him by making him feel depressed by sucking the bad energy away from Steve. Connor would then kill himself, and Steve wouldn’t be so uptight and participate in the new book about him.

I called Connor over, shouting in Zulu native tongue. “Wuuuu-Baaaaaaa-a-wuba”
As I walked back into the DD mini-palace he followed. I would ask help him to do the dance that Boo taught him, the dance of one. The dangerous dance which would help Steve but ultimately kill Connor.


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I watched Dave lead Connor into the house(hotel and casino). Bloodsteve Rock Your Face would now know torment beyond my comprehension as the regionally displaced Connor dances his way into Bloodsteve RYF's psyche.

Dave insists that Connor has some sort of powers. He told some sort of story about a martyr dance, but I fell asleep during the telling of the story. And I dreamt of my camp. And my workers(turquoise shirts).

But now I knew that Bloodsteve would either sink or swim. These are the only two choices. If he didn't buy into Dave's line of weirdness, then he would surely exit the house screaming.

"Bloodsteve is important for your camp" said Joe, in my mind. Sure, no one else could see or hear Joe, but he exists. If I were making this up, I would've omitted his obnoxius german-robot style of speaking. I actually find his voice quite comforting. "He can do bullet-time" Joe continued. "You'll need this for promoting your camp. That and your television friends. And Foksnudes."

"I've heard of bullet-time" I said, much to the surprise of several nearby turquoiseshirts, "but I don't know what it is."

"You'll see-" responded Joe "that it's the best kind of action. It puts the audience into the sequence by stopping the momentum of any scene and inducing a spinning effect that disorients audience."

I thought about this for a second. I needed an audience. With Bloodsteve's skill I could make the camp great. I would use the man to produce a film. A great film. Since my turquoise shirts were forbidden to display any kind of personality, they would make horrible extras in an ordinary film. So I couldn't make a buddy-cop movie, unless it's Okra And Pike Take Baton Rouge starring myself as a loose-cannon and Pikey as the straight-edged lieutenant who does everything "by the book". Problem is, that book would be something like "Reptiles Raped Doctor Who And The Clone Of Samuel L Jackson". Scratch that.

Nor could I try a romantic comedy, because I still remember Dave pouring hot coffee on his genitals. That's not romantic, but I guess it's funny. I can't do a teen movie because there are no teens in the camp. I can't do a sci-fi film because we can't catch the Reptillians in their true form and we have no effects budget to make fakes. If only.

I looked around in frustration. The turquoiseshirts were toiling with heavy feet and a continuous workload. This was the usual sight around camp. Our Iranian friends were waiting for guns so that they could kill some infidel somewhere. They had asked if we could make something bigger, because after all the camp is 4-America where all things are bigger and better. I regretted to tell them that we were now focused on streamlining and efficiency, therefore we manufactured only small form factor items. 4-America ain't what it used to be. The only goods similiar to old 4-America items come from Canada, where big, clunky, and partially-paid-for-by-taxes is the rule of the day. The Iranians were strangely benevolent in the deal, saying Trust us-the weapons are 4America. It was a very kind statement which I may yet use in advertising.

"Make a zombie film, for crying out vehrsteppt" said Joe angrily. And suddenly I saw that my turquoiseshirts would be the cast, the crew, the Rick James, and the omega of the film. To make them look like zombies, I could cover them in the United Nasians-provided GrainRation that is served by our kitchen everyday! I would also give them MacDogLegs with Reekin'Sour Sawz to approximate that look of any limbs the cretins might want to munch on. Thankfully, this means that our existing kitchen staff would simply serve the vittles outdoors on the turquoiseshirts(henceforth called Turqs), thus the hashbangers become the effects department. Institutional Food Service And Magic, I would call them, but one would need to ask for seconds to get the magic. Because that's extra, as our resources are limited. I would need to coordinate the kitchen staff; Kipper, Nuttell, and Burger could then decide which hot vat of oat substance to pour onto which group of Turqs.

Joe giggled deliriously, and I realized that this man must have been some sort of accountant in his life. With Joe in a good mood, he would help me plan this new campaign. And we would march into box offices worldwide, with a new kind of action.

I would also use my intricate 25-key stereo portable keyboard to bring sound to the film. The vibrant "beep!" of notes could be timed to any rhythm my finger could tap to. There is also a percussion button on the instrument which I could also use to emulate the presence of another musician. Perhaps, I'd ask someone else to push the button while I perform the film's music. I would figure this out later because I find the creative process so boring.

But we needed more. Bloodsteve RYF had mentioned a crane and Nazi money. This Nazi crane would ideally have some sort of gun(for the shot, as B:RYF had mentioned) and a cashbox with money that either doesn't exist, is unclaimed, or something. We would discover the money's status. After we spend it. In Mexico.

"You are decieved if you seek a Nazi crane" blurted Joe into my now-luminous psyche.

"You don't know" I responded, this time lowering my voice. It's a shame that I now debate one servant while trying to hide said debate from the other servants. If I caught the chance to use the camp Teligraph-Fi world-wide-web service, I would not only contact my people in advertising at the television network, but I would also call the co-host of my ancient television show. She would help set things to the right, so that I could advance unabated to the left.

"Shy's Cough" said Joe. I found it comforting that the accountant would drift into nonsense when comfronted by a superior being with a persistant vision of success.

At that moment, Miguel stepped out of the hotel and casino. He was crying and had urinated in his pants. Obviously, this cultural neandrethal was unequipped for the homo-erotic dance that Connor unleashed. I gathered that there was partial-nudity, overtones of violence, and a well-thought-out argument for the allowing of abortion all contained within Connor's gentle but important dance.

Alvarex would be a problem, though. I would have to fetch the lazy Mexican, for through his constant napping, his sweaty carcass would be useless in fleeing the hotel and casino. Sadly, the alcohol that he drinks for energy has recently began to lose it's effectiveness.

So I marched towards the Okracabana/Pikeclub/MostResort with a sense of apprehension and a rising anger that would never allow these people to ruin my plans.

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My wonderful plan had worked; Steve would participate in my new book, now called “Set free by the dance of one”. I could also now do at fitness DVD with all the dance techniques Connor had taught and of course dedicate it to him. Connor had died, just as Dave Pike had predicted but was laughed at for. He didn’t commit suicide, he just died. I believe he suffered a heart attack, yet he still didn’t leave a very nice scene right in front of the TV set, defecating and peeing all over my turquoise rug, which was given as a present from the Iranian-Pikestown ambassador for arms. Steve wasn’t bothered by the sight of the dead man, the pee and poo. He looked cheerful and ready to take on the world and participate in my new book about being set free by an extraordinary old gentleman named Connor Davis, god rest his soul. The smell was rancid; it was the smell of death and I had to cover my nose upon dragging Connor’s body away with Alvarez to the incineration shack outside. I walked back through the house and saw that Steve was still in good spirits. He’d turned on the TV and was watching the Fox News Channel. I walked straight past him and let him be.

Outside once again, I saw that Derrik was up to his old tricks, picking on the turquoise-shirts as he now called them (a take on the nazi brown shirts picked by Joe). This time he pulled out leather whip and began to humiliate two turq-shirts by making them perform some Abu Graib style sex positions on top each other, while whipping their bare backs. “Go on, lick it. Lick his arsehole! Yeeeesss! Yeeeeessss! Go on, stick your tongue right up” Derrik shouted. On seeing the arse licking I walked over to Derrik to demand that he act humanly with turq-shirts, he just stared blankly back at me. I walked away, hoping he understood that what he was doing was utterly immoral. Suddenly I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head and I was down, concussed and out. Miguel had to taken me away from the scene of the violence and back to the mini-palace, it was there he told me of what had happened. I lay on the couch and in pain from the unprovoked attack; Steve was at my side holding a packet of frozen peas to the affected area.

“Geeeee, Mr Pike I don’t know how to tell you this,” Miguel was hesitant in saying. “It was Derrik.”
I jumped up; the blood was pumping, boiling. He was a friend. Derrik hit me? “Derrik f*cking hit me, Dave Pike, me! How could he. He’s been my best friend for thirty odds years and he’s never hit me.” I was outranged.
Miguel cut in. “He didn’t, it was John”.
“Who’s John?” I replied, angrily.
“The baboon. Mr Okra ordered John to attack you.”

With that I stood up and headed outside, grabbed a rifle from the porch and walked towards the baboon that hit me. John & Yoko were both grooming each other, but I aimed without a seconds thought and hit John in the forehead. He fell backwards, clasping Yoko’s hand as he slipped away from life. Yoko started wailing like she’d lost the love of her life, but I didn’t care. Unknowingly, I had a copy of The Catcher In the Rye in my pocket the whole time. That seemed weird, but just a coincidence.
It would teach Derrik a lesson, that you don’t f**k with Dave Pike. I was lucky that Derrik didn’t see it, but he’d soon know. There was applause from the turq-shirts, who felt the blows of John like me. It was then that Derrik came onto the scene and I walked away, back to the mini-palace. At the entrance of the sleeping barns Derrik cradled the now dead John, and Yoko kept wailing. I was on the porch looking out; they were right in front of me, about 20 metres away. I turned and reflected on what I’d done. It was at this moment I saw some outsiders at the gate holding a video camera filming the commotion. Who were they? Then I saw the words PETA written on their T-shirts. They fled as I aimed my rifle at them. I knew they’d try and bring Pikestown down with their tape of the murder so called out Miguel, who sat with Steve and Alvarez in the front room watching the news.

“Miguel! Miguel!” I cried.
He soon came running out, this time in a mood.
“What is it?”
“We have animal rights extremists filming the camp; they’ve gone now, towards Becola town. I want you to chase them down and kill them.”
“Gee, Mr Pike, I don’t know.”
“You do know and you will. You will murder them like dogs, I say. They could bring this camp down, and if it’s brought down you don’t get money to support you and your mud hut family” This clicked with him, it was sort of emotional blackmail but he should just do his job and not question my orders.
“Okay, will do Mr Pike.” With that he collected a rifle and headed towards the gate and out.

I walked back inside and squeezed next to Steve and Alvarez on the couch. I deserved a break and tipped my head back for a micro-sleep.

When I awoke up there was huge tension in the room. Derrik had come inside and sat down on an Ikea style chair, sitting the wrong way round on it and giving me the the evil eyes. I just looked past him and watched the telly, not expecting what was going to happen next.

Fox News was showing live events from a peace summate in Japan. The leaders of the most developed and wealthiest countries were standing on a podium when the leader of the summate Tony Blair took to the stand for a speech on world evil. No doubt it would involve Iran, but Pikestown? No. Derrik turned towards the TV when our names were called out along side Osama Bin Ladin, Kim Jong Ill and the Iranian president. It was then that Blair started attacking Pikestown, Derrik and Me. I’d now wished that Jean-carl Henge would have killed him.


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I smiled and smiled some more, then I turned to Dave to say "how does it feel to be part of the axis of evil?"

I could smell his fear. He had shot my baboon, my John. Since then, Yoko had been inconsolable. I could feel that the camp might not listen to my film idea. So I would have to plan in secret, but it wasn't unusual for films to be made secretly. A question to self: how do I make a film in camp without the participants knowing it?

"Go pre-emptive on Dave" said Joe. "Break his stupid neck. Cross his rhine. Blud deisen hunde." It was hard to argue against this, despite numerous years of friendship with Dave. I imagined myself blowing his mind out in a car. The thought comforted me, and that happiness was like a warm gun. Still, I would get by, but with a little help from my friends.

And so far, Dave Pike had been a [sign in to see URL] me, not to John. Yoko wouldn't like him anymore. Obviously.

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Suddenly, there was A FOKSNUDES ALERT on the television screen:

"This is David Asthma with a Fox News Alert. Breaking News! Animal rights terrorists have just released video of a British national executing what appears to be a baboon. Reports are just coming in, but according to various sources, the Brit is Dave Pike. Pike was a politician in his native country, but fell from grace into a cauldron of total insanity. This guy wrote the notorious book that compares the 9/11 Attacks to the children's novel Alice In Wonderland. Really! We have a guest here to provide commentary: Judge Andrew Neopolitan. Judge, what do we make of this?"

Insert video footage of Dave slaughtering my favorite pet.

Judge: "Well, [sign in to see URL] appears to be an overt act of animal cruelty that was conducted in plain sight of a camera."

Asthma: "Yes. There is no doubt that this Pike slaughtered the animal. Could there have been some sort of reason for this? Perhaps the animal was intended for food."

Judge: "Regardless of what is done with the animal, this is a clear violation of cruelty laws."

Asthma: "Isn't that a bit severe? The victim was an animal, not a person."

Judge: "Funny you should say that David. If that footage were taken in an Iraqi prison-"

Asthma: "Wait a minute, Judge. We've just gotten a statement from Pawl Meccardny. Let me see if I've got it [sign in to see URL] ex-Animals bass player says, and this is a quote: 'Spare no megatons in destroying those motherf*ckers.'"

Judge: "Hah, hah. What does that mean?"

Asthma: "I'm not sure. It may be some kind of 'shout-out' to his 'homeboys'. It certainly doesn't sound like a 'word' to his mutha."

Judge: "No, you're right. I really loved that song they did some thirty-five years ago, 'We Have To Get Out Of This Place'."

Asthma: "We're now getting word that the animal rights terrorists have been arrested by Sherriff's Deputies in Alabama. Apparently they are being charged with Peeping Tom."

Judge: "Is that right?"

Asthma: "I guess so. Peeping Tom."

Judge: "Imagine if we hadn't caught them."

Asthma: "We have FoxNews' Studio Beta host Sheppard Smiff in Tuskaloospa, Alabama with a report."

Rude Cut-In By Other Host:

Shep: "Yeah. We're being told that the terrorists are inside the Sherriff's Department building concocting wild stories while waiting for their ACLU representatives to come in and tell them to shut up. As you know, PETA(that meaning People for the Evil Treatment of Americans) was suspected by the FBeye to have been conducting operations in the hurricane and flood ravaged portions of the Cracker Barrell. Excuse me, I meant to say Gulf Coast region, not [sign in to see URL]. As you know, this area has suffered a lot of devastation in a short period of time, and much of the damage may never be repaired. So these terrorists come in and enjoy free reign."

Asthma: "Rebuilding is already underway in much of the area though."

Shep: "Yes, that's what the president said numerous times. New Orleans is being renamed Lake Trash. Mardi Gras will be held this year, despite the fact that sewage still covers the walls of many homes. But the governor and the mayor agree that the best way to rebuild this area is to get everything back to normal as quickly as possible."

Asthma: "But isn't there still a possibility of terrorists lurking in the partly-abandoned city?"

Shep: "I don't know. But the National Guard is still here, protecting piles of debris from any sort of attack. The Pentagon has recently said that Operation Escape From New Orleans would remain a top priority for as long as eighteen months."

Asthma: "That will be a long road for the people that been displaced by the flooding and hurricane. Back to other news-"

Shep: "Hold on a minute, David. I've got something else."

The correspondant/host takes a step to the right. Something is on the ground behind him. It has been there the entire time that he's talked. Shep points at the thing.

Shep: "A dead body. Look at that. We've seen the freezing point of humanity, David. There's no one around to bury this body. No one."

Asthma: "Okay. [sign in to see URL]'s get back to other news."

Joe laughed and laughed. The sound rang through my mind so intensely that it made me wince. The best thing about Joe's sense of humor was that it now diverted my attention away from the television.

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After Joe finally stopped laughing, I turned my attention back towards Dave. Surprisingly, I was still quite upset with him. All the years of friendship meant nothing. I suddenly felt like Canada, and I would ask the children to greet him with vulgar hand gestures. His books would become my toilet paper.

"Those terrorist fellows only want to protect animals because they are too closely kin to them" said Dave. I had to remain careful while listening to him, lest I forget my plans of cinematic capitalism. "They will be released, for all sherriff's answer to the Illuminati. It's in their oath. I have video footage of it. And a dog is masturbated after the spoken portion of the ceremony. It's almost beautiful, but then one can't help but remember the true evil at play."

I attempted to intervene before Dave's ramblings caused nausea within me: "We've gotten free advertising, now. They think you're a crazy Brit, like Mister Bean. The American's will come here in droves to see the mad-"

"Your monkey is ruining my good name" said Dave. "Even in death! I should have spanked it, instead, but I was angry and might have injured it too badly."

"You had no right to touch my monkey, Dave. Now none of this can be taken back." I then walked outside to clear my head.

I thought of the PETA group, and how they had managed to see the camp. It was a gross invasion of privacy. Luckily, those people are portrayed as a fringe group with no credibility. Perhaps many people would believe that PETA had set up the whole scene only to promote it's cause. I had heard that PETA wanted animals to be treated "ethically", an agenda that I can hardly understand. Can you imagine a day when an alley cat is allowed to abort it's young in a government facility? This faux-cause is likely a fabrication that the group gladly flaunts, as a plump woman might flaunt a faux-fur coat.

PETA might soon demand voting rights for animals, and then all masks will be removed.

A fitting revenge for their agenda would be this: I would slaughter animals in my movie. So much animal blood would be spilled, and PETA would be incensed by it! The message would be clear. Leave Okra alone, and when Pike stands beside Okra, leave Pike alone.

In order to all this, I would need the Nazi crane, with it's built-in cashbox. Luckily, the film would have enough shock value(will all the animal slaughter!) that advertising wouldn't be a worry. Word about the blood-drenched film would spread across the world and people would line up to see real gore.

For years I had sold the promise of horror without actually delivering, but this time I would have a script. Someone would have to write that script, obviously. I would also have a budget. The Nazi crane. And Bloodsteve: RYF, with his new balls-out style of action.

I felt better again. John was still dead, but I felt I could go on. Unfortunately, I don't like Yoko's chances of surviving my film. She wouldn't be missed around the camp.

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