Hany, almost bursting, says, "Esteban is delighted by this opportunity. He pursues the raffle as a gazelle pursues the savannah."
I DON'T WANT A RIDICULOUS MURAL FEATURING A MOTLEY CRUE OF TG-16/PCE CHARACTERS.
Instead, I want something simple and bittersweet.
I want love, unrequited.
I want Princess Za--frozen, gray, brainwashed by Drool--to be drifting aimlessly in the ether we call "space" but she intimately understands as "the unrelenting sprawl of the cosmos".
Za's somber eyes speak to us--she has accepted her fate. She won't be rescued. Moonland can be seen in the distance, but she'll never return.
But wait! What is she looking at? Are her eyes fixed on Moonland, her former home? Or are they fixated on the sleeping Bonk who is frozen in a cube of ice.
Bonk has a peaceful countenance, and it would be a shame to disturb him.
Sadly, even if Za were able to summon the milk-curdling shriek of a a banshee, Bonk would continuing sleeping soundly, so thoroughly encased in ice as he is (and so very, very thoroughly shuttled off this mortal coil).
With death comes peace, they say. And so it seems.
The torment in Za's eyes is apparent now, as we notice a handful of cubes littering the cosmos--Za's fallen brethren: impotent, pathetic, laughable. Bonk & Company, never a genuine threat to Drool, have literally been discarded in space.
Noticeably absent from this scene is a gloating Drool. Drool is nowhere to be seen. And why should he? He has bigger and better plans to pursue. He's already forgotten about our rabble rouser, our insurgent, our guerilla, our PC Genjin.
And soon, Princess Za will forget all of this, as well.
NOSTALGIA CORNER: Better Times
