crank-crank-crank-crank-Click! "-roadcasting live from city hall's steps as protestors are
abandoning efforts to pry up the city's statues due to being washed down the road. The winds
are amazing, and I'm going to have to-Pfft."
crank-crank-crank-crank-Click! "-idespread flooding is disrupting the protest and further
hampers efforts to repair the ailing city's infrastructure. Residents are recommended to
shelter in place and to have a flood plan read-pfft."
Peering out the front window reveals a mob of protestors and people in black, visible from the
shoulders up in the deepening water, waving signs and chanting.
"Hey Shining, watch this!" You say, opening the door.
Revving up your singing voice, you belt out, "Oh, say, can you seeeee, by the dawn's early liight-"
Immediately, the visible heads dunk as they fall to a kneel beneath the rushing waters.
"What so prouudly we haiiiled, at the twilight's last gleaming!" Unfortunately, heads begin to
pop up, take a breath, then submerge again. Disgusted, you close the door.
"Oh well, it was worth a try.">"What was that?"
"Just an idea I had. Fuckers do seem smart enough to be able to pop up for air, though.">"Amazing a song can do that."
"Yeah, it's just something they do.">"So if I start singing, will you get on your knees too?"
You give him a look, then peer outside again. The floodwaters were still a few steps down the
"If you've got a way to deal with this water later, sure. Nevermind singing, though."