Friday, July 03, 2009

The Struggle for Number One continues, leaving Two Dead

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Litzi said...
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Doc Bok said...

welcome back, Litzi. We were worried there for a while.

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Doc Bok said...

yes, everyone has returned home. And I think Bob Dylan IS a little worried; just look at that lead singer--he seems so...enthusiastic, doesn't he?

Doc Bok said...

And, I think if you look closely, you can see the lead singer/harmonica player reach down--right in the middle of the song!--and pick something up off the floor and promptly eat it. I have never seen 'Bob Dylan' do THAT.

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OneEar said...

I love it. What happened to the other two guys?

Litzi, nice to see you again. That is Alceste taking up most of the immediate foreground. I love the part when his leg starts kick/stomping out of time uncontrollably.

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Doc Bok said...

I think Alceste was just trying to increase the volume, that's all. Litzi, I don't know if you ever watch National Geographic, but the astute viewer of this post will notice Alceste's hand twitch slightly, and just as some male animals vi for dominance, you can see the unique behavior of two clowns vying for Number One.
Despite the one clown's larger size, greater strength and intelligence, he realizes that he cannot compete, and shifts nervously to the left side of the screen in a submissive posture, once he realizes that there is a clear Number One.

Doc Bok said...

He plunks himself down on the left sideline and begins to graze nervously, even sputtering "number one" between strange laughter-like noises.

And, just when the viewer thinks the struggle is over, Alceste moves to the right side of the screen, and from nowhere, makes a final thrust at Number One by belting out a series of loud, strained but nevertheless spontaneous rhyme. The mere mention of my neighbors (by he himself) makes his leg twitch uncontrollably to make more even more noise, in a very defiant fashion.

Caw! Caw! (explanation: This is legitimate. I'm using it as a beacon to guide in Cocoa from the fog...)

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