ba mươi ❀| you force your fire, then you falsify your deeds

[lotuslife]

[The morning after Lucy's phone call across town, Vietnam is taking a page out of Russia's Fat Book of Communism. And by that, I mean she's doing what her comrade does when he's depressed: create propaganda, of course! It seems like a good idea. Why wouldn't it be a good idea. What she and all of Mayfield needs right now is a good infusion of the

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[commie_island]

[Laughing]

Nice posters comrade. Need some help?

[lotuslife]

C-comrade...! [hands him a big stack!] Ah, you're here! You can help with the cause, now. [looks at Russia, a bit worriedly.] It seems that comrade Russia is not feeling well... He'll return soon, won't he? --Of course. [h-haha there's no way Russia would leave them okay!!]

[commie_island]

[Takes it.]

Of course he will. Like he'd let anyone keep him like this.

[Puts up a poster.]

[lotuslife]

Of course. [seems somewhat reassured.] ...Did you vote?

[commie_island]

Nope. Don't trust that postman any-more then the rest of the town.

[lotuslife]

That is exactly how it should be. [aiyaaaa...]

[commie_island]

There all American anyway. No reason to trust them.

[Puts another poster on someone's window.]

How've you been doing lately?

[lotuslife]

...I've been better. [ergh]

[commie_island]

Yeah? You never did say what was bothering you before.

[They probably just got really, really drunk.]

[lotuslife]

[YEAH...] If it is all right... I would rather not burden comrade with such a thing.

[commie_island]

If you don't want to tell me, it's fine.

Wouldn't be a burden though.

[lotuslife]

[looks away.] What happened on Christmas for you?

[commie_island]

Poisoned cigars.

I died pretty early on.

[His boss would have been ashamed of him.]

[lotuslife]

Are you-- ...Really-? That's horrible...