The Atoll

Act 5 Scene 2
Hector
Si cogs are ticking over nicely now
My spells are automatic when theyre cast
I scarcely need defer one thought to them
Plasma give me the latest news account
Of our least wanted enimigos doings
That Silvio Giacomo and Albin feared
Plasma
The gangsters taunting their diminished twin
Encountered me dressed down in nanobots
A white bath towel like white cloud skirting head
The rest white dressing gown like white mist folds
I whistled them a shanty all the while
I lead them sloshing swigging over beds
Of clams which slit and bruised their feet then down