Now for a SHORT CARTOON.
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Four monsters are picketing a canning plant. Even though these particular monsters don’t work at the factory, they are big worker’s rights activists. They have a political club and meet every Thursday night.
They march in a small circle in front of the factory as they chant and wave their signs. They started around midnight and now it’s five in the morning. It’s still dark out and their protest is almost over.
“Fair Wages for Fair Workers!” reads one sign.
“Down with Capitalist Injustice!” says another.
Shiner is small, round, and kind of goopy. He drips. A multitude of arms protrude from his gelatinous mass, and his two eyes sit on top of his head like golf balls. His gaze is vacant, but he chants “Union or Lose It!” just as passionately as the rest.
Bermuda and Steve each have their own head but share the same body. When first meeting them, one tends to have a problem not staring at their oversized monster genitals. They refuse to wear any clothing.
“Shiner, stop it!” says Steve. “That’s your last sign and we’re not done yet.”
“Sorry,” Shiner swallows what he’s been chewing, and takes another bite out of his sign. It now reads, “Canners Have Fee.”
“No, really, stop.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He continues chewing away.
“Don’t worry about it Steve,” says Lorraine as her legs get all tangled and she falls flat on her face, nearly crushing little Shiner. “The sun’s almost up anyway.”
Lorraine is the worst smelling thing in the world. She’s always optimistic and cheerful, even after she’s been picketing for five hours, but she still smells awful.
“Aw, man.... finally someone’s here to see us and his sign is all messed up.” Steve points out the mustached security guard walking towards them to unlock the gate.
Bermuda sighs and looks the other way. “You always do this.”
Shiner takes another few bites from his sign. It’s now just a stick, but he waves it importantly anyway. “Union or Lose It! Union or Lose it!”
Steve stares at Bermuda. “I always do what?”
“You can’t just leave him alone, huh? He can’t help it. I’m hungry, too.”
“Yeah guys, it’s ten after. Let’s just call it a day and get some breakfast, alright?” Lorraine smiles at Steve who makes a rude face at her.
Shiner finishes off his stick and waves a long drippy arm at the security guard. “Hey mister, good morning! Union or lose it!”
The mustached man in blue opens the gate, slips inside, and quickly closes it behind him.
Steve throws his sign on the ground.
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