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A new blog of note this morning...and I don't like to mention names because I might be very very wrong but GILL came to mind, as soon as I began to read this passage...and I 'know' that the TEMPLARS and their slaves took turns to write different episodes of this 'tongue-in-cheek' blog about OZ and the EMERALD CITY....and anything else that they could code in besides:

D: L&L (part 45 - Lion) -- Being the Bossman



I had decided to pretend I knew nothing of Cu’s demise. That’s the best way to play your hand right? Deny, deny, deny. There were no lies to get caught up in if you didn’t have a story to tell. I stepped through the doorway of my office into the conundrum of the outer area; ting, ting, ting… bing- ting, ting, ting… bing. The clackety clack of keyboards immediately irritated the shit out of me. I stopped at my secretary’s desk to collect my messages. Charleese handed the little bits of colorful paper to me. “Happy day, Charleese,” I said looking through the usual pile of “URGENT” bullshit. My stomach growled loudly as I stood reading. There was a momentary pause in the large room, I looked up and everyone was looking at me. My stomach growled again. I was puzzled, but everyone went back to work. How strange that had been.

I turned to ask Charleese about my appointment schedule, she had tear streaks cutting through her otherwise perfectly set make up. My stomach growled and this time I did too. Man, I was hungry. “What’s eating you, Charleese?” I asked. I licked saliva from my lips, one of the more embarrassing points to being a lion, you drool when you’re hungry.

Imagine my shock when the poor girl jumped up from her chair screaming, the tears flowing in a seemingly endless water fall. Her eyes were huge, it was almost comical, she wedged herself between the faxsilly machine and a tall filing cabinet. I took two steps towards her, reaching out, “Char…,” was all I got out before she began begging, “Please don’t eat me, Sir. Pleaaase! I don’t want to die!” I couldn’t help but laugh, especially when the rest of the floor went running for the lift doors.

“Charleese!” I shouted as I neared the frightened girl. “Charleese, I’m not going to eat you! What would I do without you? By the Beard! How could you get such a silly notion in your head, girl?” She calmed a little but still seemed skeptical. “Have I ever lied to you, Charleese?”

She wiped her wet face and runny nose with the back of her sleeve. Her breath was still coming in gasps when she said, “N-n-n-n-o, no, Sir. You haven’t. S-s-so you aren’t going to eat me?” My stomach growled yet again right at that moment and she stiffened up again. I raised my brows at her and shrugged. We both laughed loudly. Another day at the office.

“Now come on out of there and get yourself cleaned up. Why would you think I’d eat you?”

She laughed softly, “I don’t know. I guess I am on edge today. There’s been bad juju happening this weekend, Sir. Bad juju. I really need to talk to you, in private.” She eyeballed my closed door.

“Well then, let’s talk Charleese.” I stepped aside and allowed her to lead, she grabbed her bag as she passed in front of me.

Once in my office she went directly towards the mirror and dug around in her bag. She pulled out a compact and began “fixing” her face. -Give her to us… we can give you everything…- the voices started whispering. Oh shit, I thought. I tried to ignore the enticement and went and sat at my desk. - We want it! We want it NOW!- They screamed at me. “Shut up!” I blurted out. Charleese turned and looked at me. “What?” She asked. I tried to ignore the liquid metal that started reaching out towards her head. “Come sit down, Charleese,” I said, motioning towards the chair across from my desk.

Strands of her auburn colored hair seemed to float out from behind her. She furrowed her eyebrows, reached her hand behind her head and drew it down pulling the hair from the mirror’s grasp. She turned back to stare at the mirror. “What the…?”

“Just come sit, Charleese.” I demanded.

She backed away from the mirror, turned and came towards my desk. I breathed a sigh of relief. “So what, uhh, did you need to talk to me about? You said bad juju happened? What’s going on?”

She sat across from me, glancing over her shoulder at the mirror, her hand still holding the back of her head. “Well Sir, something awful happened this weekend. You know DR. NaNa from the university, right?” I nodded in the positive. “He was found dead this weekend. They are saying he committed suicide, that he jumped from his window. His body was found on the ground outside his home.”

“That’s just ridiculous, Charleese. There’s no way a Cheetah would die from that. A Cat always lands on its feet.” I protested.

“I know, Sir. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. It seems there were some papers found in the professors office indicating he was involved in some underground group. Here,” she said reaching into her bag and pulling out a flyer, “this is what was found. Hundreds of them apparently.”

I took the paper and read, it started, “Equal Rights for Animals, Death to Fleshy” that was all I needed to read.

“And that’s not all, Sir. They found components to build the biggest dooziewhopper anyone has ever seen.”

I always knew DR. NaNa was all for the integration of Animals into society, but was he really that anti-fleshy? “Well if this is what he was propagating, then he got what he deserved. The Law is the Law,” I stated. “Glinda has her reasons, I’m sure, for making these rules for us to follow.”

“Yeah, she hates Animals, Sir. She would be happy to see all of you dead. That bitch has no right to rule Oz, what a two faced, lying cunt. She was supposed to bring some peace to this land, instead she has used her powers and position to ..”

“You need to stop right there, Charleese. You know she can hear anything anyone says if she wants to. Do you want to die for treason? Because that’s just what you committed.”

Charleese stared at me, her mouth open, “ I can’t believe you would defend her! You’re an Animal..”

“And I’m just fine, aren’t I? If the Law is so unfair, then how is it that I rule this empire?” I asked, waving my arm out around me. “Why don’t you get back to your desk, and not say another word you may later wish you could take back. And order me some lunch from Steak-fil-A, you know what I like.”

She grabbed her bag and stormed out of my office. I reached for the phone and dialed, when she picked up I simply stated, “We got trouble, babe. You better watch your back.” I hung up and glanced at the mirror, thinking, -We can show you what you want to know- it whispered to me. The real question was did I really want to know? Did I really want to be involved again? I walked quickly from the office, I needed to get out of there. Passing Charleese, I asked her to have my lunch delivered to the sound room. I hoped the bands didn’t piss me off again, sorry asses. Lanny stepped out of his office and kept stride with me, “Happy day, Boss. Have you seen Cu’?” He asked as we entered the lift to go down.
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