THE SETTLEMENT
0240HRS
BIG BROTHER RUKUS
Kebly kebly kebly hebly sebly keby kooh.
SMALL BROTHER RUKUS
Gooble gooble gooble hoopte gooble gooh.
GIGGLY SISTER RUKUS
Yelelei yelelei yelelei ooooooh
BIG BROTHER RUKUS
Sing my brother. Sing my sister. Sing. Let us call upon our ancestors to
come and witness this great injustice. Men huddled like cattle in a ranch.
Dogs sniffing our arses like escaped convicts. Then they dump us in this
shithole unceremoniously. We are still in that boat. We are still waiting
to reach the promised land. You wait and see, tomorrow they will come
with their prods and prod us away to slaughter.
HOOPTE GOBBLEDYGOOK
SMALL BROTHER RUKUS
I need a smoke.
BIG BROTHER RUKUS
Had I a smoke, I would have given it to you. At least smoking kills you
slowly. At least it has the courtesy of taking away your dignity at the
end. Here we are. Cattle I tell you, cattle. I wish I could hear what they
were saying. I guess they were saying something along the lines that
this was for our own good. Our protection. The heathens. My brother,
my sister. I will sing and raise hell for this one night. I am crying out to
my ancestors.
[slumps on the sprawled matress and shouts]
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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