Cream Suzy, Eat My Dunkaroo's

Elite, eating their fastidious and flawless foodstuffs, stuffing their flapping gorges until retiring to their fornication chambers. Hemsworth, the Plump One sits across the room twirling his exquisitely trimmed mustache reciting a soliloquy he sits up and wanders to his quarter, until his breath is cut short he clutches his left breast and falls saying only one word "Requiem". Denizens flock to the room to watch the breeding bull slide it's phallus into the supple lips of his mate the crowd cheers at the recent tugging at the strings of life and celebrate as the two climax simultaneously. Remmy, the Skinny One nibbles at his yellowed fingers glancing nervously from one corridor to another, he scuttles down until he reaches the quarter, as he glances behind one more time. The sky rains with the blood of the Unknown Soldier, some farm boys some urbanites the final cries of millions of young men and their softly spoken magic spells. Gertrude, the Final One sits reading her scrimshaw jeering at the scum wander aimlessly through the streets, she sits up, wipes her jacket roughly and starts towards the quarter, behind her stands the one true, Lizard King