Evacuate the Mountain

Bent over our last days, not overmuch oxygen, nothing with which to melt snow, oh how we wish for wholesome entertainment. Tom Cruise sports thru all that noise for the good of an industry in shambles, how could we think to miss that? A yeti from somewhere joins us, Tunda, Excellent English and me. Is death so far away? Municipal bonds think of future as a proper place for others. That's canny marketing. Yeti has a bottle of rum, it looks like. Who cares what exactly, as long as it's fire, which it is. Soon we're more or less naked, in the fastest fury ever to make the weather report. How many more will die on this slope? Easy: just enough to broach the subject. Something's wrong, you see. The program wobbled something fierce, a blistering call thru the night, desperate plans to undercut the competition, and pension funds as a way to sneak across the border. We'll be rich in a sententious second is the gamble in mind. Armed and buttery with the idea of success, it all makes a great headline. Now we've got the makeup of heroes in our midst. We are four who can provide leadership in a time of distraction. A bracing climb in airlessness is a damn good story. Marketing eats this plum with vigour. R&D needs more mayhem along the lines of several great stories already told and there to tell again. Let's grasp some beers, not the pressure off the mountain, and make this thing go. And that was the cycle pursuing our own vestigal interests. We bear this prehensile necessity with us, you see. It has the singing voice of Paris Hilton, and the rockstrewn path of Tom Cruise. Their rocket already left. We're stationed for the next satellite call. It don't get better but it's pretty great. Iran has decided to wed nuclear emphasis to their global interests. Fair's fair, mostly. Ours of the united call just developed a counter slogan. We have the ninjas to work the shadows, and the best static commercially available. Our nation has Nepalese for ground cover. A miasmic planting of Tibetan wonder in the clouds suffices for us as well, we're a determined lot. As are they in their national suits and wicked wrench. There's no slowdown as the slope pulls us to civilized rendering. Sherpas bring us tea, share anecdotes with yeti, and add to the combinations. We smoke cigarettes of great political intent, not having to wash our hands at all. In time, the greatest suspicion returns. We're home, book rights safely in hand. Tundra, Excellent English and I are instantly the names that you just spoke. Paris Hilton washes our floor, and Tom Cruise washes her. Do you see how excellently we survived? The majestic mountain has a t-shirt in its heart.