Chapter 14
To read from the beginning, click on the cute picture of Iverson to the right of this post. (This won't make any sense if you don't know what happened before.)
"Sacre nom de Dieux, " (sacred name of God) breathed Iverson.
"Oh, you speak Italian," said Thomas.
Iverson nervously eyed that front wall. 'Peut etre, a diversion,' thought Iverson and succeeded in pouring a pool of blackberry Jell-o just outside of the penthouse.
The room stilled. Durst settled. As Trump timidly removed his muzzle - I mean his gas mask - Thomas looked at Iverson in wonder and smiled.
"Enchante," said Iverson, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Thomas also bowed. "Would you like some salami and foot cheese," he asked and pulled a snack out of his pocket. A bond instantly formed between fairy and National Guardsman.
"Peut etre," said Iverson, stuffing a largish hunk of the salami into his mouth, "we could get away from here and discuss le pax - the peace." And as a gesture of good will, Iverson removed the pointed nose and ears from Trump replacing them with Trump's pre-incident features.
Sure," said Thomas. "These combat boots are killing my toes."
Iverson tried to return Trump's hair to what it had been, but his magic wasn't powerful enough, and Trump ended up - to this day as far as I know - with a bad toupee glued to his head.
Moments later, the front wall collapsed and dozens of Guardsmen poured into the room.
Again - this is a work of fiction.
To read from the beginning, click on the cute picture of Iverson to the right of this post. (This won't make any sense if you don't know what happened before.)
"Sacre nom de Dieux, " (sacred name of God) breathed Iverson.
"Oh, you speak Italian," said Thomas.
Iverson nervously eyed that front wall. 'Peut etre, a diversion,' thought Iverson and succeeded in pouring a pool of blackberry Jell-o just outside of the penthouse.
The room stilled. Durst settled. As Trump timidly removed his muzzle - I mean his gas mask - Thomas looked at Iverson in wonder and smiled.
"Enchante," said Iverson, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Thomas also bowed. "Would you like some salami and foot cheese," he asked and pulled a snack out of his pocket. A bond instantly formed between fairy and National Guardsman.
"Peut etre," said Iverson, stuffing a largish hunk of the salami into his mouth, "we could get away from here and discuss le pax - the peace." And as a gesture of good will, Iverson removed the pointed nose and ears from Trump replacing them with Trump's pre-incident features.
Sure," said Thomas. "These combat boots are killing my toes."
Iverson tried to return Trump's hair to what it had been, but his magic wasn't powerful enough, and Trump ended up - to this day as far as I know - with a bad toupee glued to his head.
Moments later, the front wall collapsed and dozens of Guardsmen poured into the room.
Again - this is a work of fiction.
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