The large ginger man is shouting his promises, ranting his hindrances. He`s swamping the entire Reality with alternative facts, populating it with his ever-cossetting minions, bending it with the enormous mass of his dulling base. Everything stops when the Mighty Mouth opens, or the Tiny Digits move. The World is holding its breath; you can hear the loud silence cracking; adults scratching their heads, grownups pissing their pants. The atomic Great Engulfing Head is hammering away his scorn upon the ever astounded urbane ones. He is ingesting sense and reason, and pukes out resentment and coil.
Now he`s away, being diplomatic.
