Execution

Baying idiots shuffle around the bed, microbes and small fishes and evolutionary conclusions of the dinosaurs parading like wild things on top of kashmir rugs. Bizarre USB lava lamps shine and shone around. Many words interpretation of Yorkshire, the beams of metal interlock into the ashtray patterns of world leaders. Molten glitter.

Horatio the horn blower takes off his sunglasses to look at a photograph of a man inside a barrel where holes had been cut for his arms and legs. This man was Oliver Reed. "Enchance!" he ordered. With the right encryption algorithms the reflection of a door handle gave a five hundred and sixty degree view of the room. "Looks like...substantial quantum objects inside."

Bossanova.