The group of men in orange and green clothing in the town square—now numbering about two dozen— turn toward the figures emerging from the large building in the North. First a silvery android with cat-like features and clutching a slate tablet, steps out, followed by a two-headed ape-ish man carrying a two-headed rat on its back. The mens' laughter dies down to silence. Some, who still haven't noticed what's going on, are murmuring, bent over, as they pick through the bodies in the square.
In a soothing, yet synthetic voice, the android says, "Rejoice workers and companions hear Moses speak as we praise or New God reborn in this wasteland to bring us light, Bzzzt--rzip beep-lo fat meals!! This message has been brought to you by Morn-Start and is subsidiary's, Start your morning right, Morn-Start! Bzzzbleep!" The android, Morn-Start, puts one hand behind his back, hiding whatever it is he's carrying.
“Oh my faithful peasant worshipers, LISTEN TO YOUR GOD! Give us your attention or give us your LIFE! Tell us what has happened here in this town square! Tell us that this was not your doing! Tell us that this was not done in my name! TELL US!” yells one of the simian-esque heads.
“Worship! Attention! Life! My Name! Tell us! TELL US!” yells the other.
A mutant piranha, known as Moses, with a skull helmet on its head and holding a pale white bone like a scepter as well as a silvery blue metallic egg object, emerges and stands to the side of the two two-headed figures. "Your god has returned! Here, now, and in the flesh! OBEY him!" Moses croaks. "Tell the four-headed god what has happened here!" The teeth in his skull helmet rattle as the piranha gesticulates wildly with his bone. "And tell me, His high priest, what tribute do you offer?"
Aloft, the two-headed rat holds a red ring high over his head. The sun, behind a dull-brown haze, catches it and it glints in the air.
All is silent. An aching silence.
The men don't pay any attention to the tubular creatures with feline heads who now walk freely among them. The men in the square, their smiles collapse almost at the same time. They begin to look at one another, searching for guidance in the faces of their comrades.