The Atoll

Hector
We must deal Albin his due knock out punch
Plasma
Ive seen and heard intriguing evidence
Confirming Albins homicidal plot
But I thought better not to wrangle you
From your deep hypnomeditative state
Hector
My avatars my dummy sentinel
Where are the crooks and blob right now ensconced?
Ill send my double out to double check
Plasma
I can assure you short of live news feed
I left them knocking coke tequila back
And punching air in magnified delight
They chortled while I circled tickling ribs
And pinching bums then fell to fisticuffs
Provoked by my inflamed ventriloquy