Amen steps directly into the line of light protruding from one of the few working street lights in this more shabby part of Las Vegas.

He clears his throat abruptly before starting to speak.

Attention All! Is it reasonable for one to seek the unity of ones neighbors and brothers and sisters in arms. Is it possibly the time for one single unified body or one homogenous unit? Are the stars aligned perfectly to stand side by side and sing Kum-ba-yahs?

In order to seek something, you need to achieve something, in my opinion, Amen.

Taking in the thoughts of Amen, Insane pulls out his pocket knife and starts carving the words  Fuck Kumbaya sing a longs on his chest.

Wow, if profound enough, that could be insane Kumbaya!

Insane runs his over his bloody chest. He cleans the knife with his tongue.  His laughter echoes for the world to hear.

He hears a man scream, "Hey you punched the air and I felt the blow."

DotBoom Sreams out loud: "New age! New age! New age!!!"

Upon hearing the air was punched. Amen rushes to the scene holding a whistle and a white flag. Stop the violence you dastardly villain!

Insane got to thinking this is fucking insane, He rubs his ears after the whistle pierced his ears. He pulls out his pocket knife and starts carving the words Thunderstruck on his stomach. He hears the sounds of sirens. The men in white scurry the streets. He ducks behind the dumpster..

You offend me. I can't take the role of My Damn Boss. I still have 39 graverobs to do...

Besides you in same sin city, so you should have some pity to our souls...

Amen says a prayer which lets off a swift rebuke in the direction of both Insane and Dotboom! They both go flying several feet into the air landing on a pad of flowers.

Sneezing his ass off, Insane finds himself laying in a field of dandelions. I hate flowers and weeds. Wondering what the fuck happened to the smell of Chinese scraps back at the dumpster, he shrugs it off while reaching into his backpack for another news article from his time.

Listens to the words and sees the commotion before her eyes....and wonders if these acts are a new found way of bonding....she considers joining in but postpones the flower fest for a few moment to reply.....

I think it is interesting times Amen and there will be those that are overt on this or at least appear to be and others that will keep their cards always close to their chest...It appears we are seeing unity and that is being boldly communicated. For my little part in that all I can comment on is here in LA. You need to quickly find your place, to choose to work with or be ambivalent with exchanges to those you find as neighbours. It takes a bit of judgement for sure...to remember where you came from, to remember that essentially for the free cities at the end of the day this is a competition and survival of the fittest is what counts. Having said all of that sometimes the route of least resistance works well too - sometimes we create our own obstacles and challenges, it can be easy, with the right words, in the right place at the right time...

I am torn as I bloody love the song Kum-ba-yah.....but this is the mafia....and most are awful singers...and swingers...

Unity is a fluid word I would say - it changes and moves all the time as the need demands.