The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
Against his closed eyes pressed in calm repose
At such time he can be subjugated
Come you know how I worship your bare feet
Plasma
You kid yourself as I roam sentinel
Giacomo
Who pinched my bottom gingerly? whos there?
Albin
Dont look at me I didnt see a spark
Silvio
Hallucination my fried amigo
Youre having more fun than me thats not fair
Giacomo
I swear I saw a human spark whizz past
Silvio
Whats that chacha clockwork sound that lifts
Nape hairs and coolly tickles elsewhere fluff?
Albin
You neednt flinch and cower lower amigos