A stoic man in sensible attire (other than his pink fedora, courtesy of Madhatter) stands before the..well, throng would be the wrong word, we'll go with spattering of souls

American citizens, I come before you to speak of concern of things I've seen that I believe we, as free Americans need to address.

Ron strokes his magnificent moustache for effect

I have been travelling these cities now for a good few weeks and it disturbs, NAY, pains me to to say that there are things that are infecting our business district, harming our capitalist way of life and threatening our right to be Americans!

What are these concerns I here you ask?  Well I shall tell you. Just one word.......

TEA!

Yes, that English monstrosity that belongs where we left it, in Boston Harbour!

A disturbing amount of hippy, bohemian outlets are selling this poison, which we rightly rid our country of in when we served a kettle of woop ass on the British at Georgetown.

Great citizens of America, join me in this condemnation!

Tolly overheard the word English, and decided to approach the gathering. He then looked on whilst the tension was building for what Ron was about to address.

He notices Ron seems to be getting more agitated by the second. Tolly builds with excitement, thinking "is he about to announce a major move in a district? Is this a recruiting move? What could it be?"...

Ron - "TEA!"

Tolly quickly throws his flask of PG Tips to the floor and moves on hoping nobody saw him with his morning brew.

Tolly - "Oh crap time to go"

What looks to be a sodden mass of leaves shuffles and quivers, before revealing a heavily made-up Zek, wearing an obviously home made costume of autumn leaves, ranging in colour from a deep gold, through dark red and finally shit brown. He clutches to his bosom an order of service for the late Ron_Swanson. All vestiges of Zek apparently gone, somewhere deep down he still knew that he considered this man a friend. Kindred spirit would be too strong a description given that Ron was perhaps more insane than he, but they had certainly shared more than just a civil word. 

zek couldn't be sure but he felt he had something to do with the death of Ron, just as he had been responsible for the death of Rom... Ron, Rom, there was certainly a pattern developing. But surely he was innocient  he'd been in Chicago at the time, a good 6 hours away, but no, he knew his guilt, he felt it, as surely as he felt his own sanity slipping away. He had to be guilty... but then, what is guilt when you are a god? How can you judge the actions of the omniscient against the actions of man? 

For he was the mass of sweepings, of straws and dirt, of any rubbish and cumbering materials. He was terms of anger and contempt. He was Punjana, and his worshipers were legion.

Juanita sashay's past the cutie pie alien and stops to say ola

Hey, alien homes, how you doin?  some nayce words about my pappy, thanks chollo.