Chapter Two
The screens went on.
Only the screens.
They the showed nothing but static and a faint glow and the crowd made nothing but whispers.
The storm outside also seemed mute of a sudden.
"Helllooooooo!"
Meyer was startled by the sudden greeting.
"Salutation, dear heavenites! Are you ready for some smiles?"
The screens!
The static began to settle and the owner of that voice finally becoming visible in the screens.
At every single screen, showing but one broadcast.
Meyer took a sip of his beer. His instincts told him he was going to need it.
Two eyes of different colors (contacts?) looked right and left on each TV, has if the the strange man was actually trying to see every single person in the bar.
"Ahhh! Isn't it wonderful!? To live in a place so dependent of machines and a bunch of computers to control every single thing!!! All it took was some friendly hackers and BAM! Live broadcast! HA HA HA HA!"
The speaker walked away from the camera, finally showing his face in full.
Meyer chugged the last of his beer, not nearly enough to make up for this mess.
This was going to be a looong night.
"The Smile Patrol sends it's dearest regards!! Your delightful host!
To those who don't know this BEAUTIFUL face, Monday is the name and havoc is my game!
This broadcast though is NO joke!
E.A.G.L.E. has been pooping on my parade for too long!
I have been away for a while now, going from floating city to floating city..."
Monday paced around.
He dressed like some mad hatter and had a nose like Pinocchio's.
The background looked like a set to a late night talk show with a circus theme.
"Yes, they dragged me down for a good while but not just me! No, no!"
Monday sat on a desk, spinning his orange umbrella.
"Well, we here at Smile Patrol on our little world tour, that's right we left Heaven and even got down to the planet's surface, noticed how far and wide E.A.G.L.E. reaches and how much misery they spread! That's not funny ladies and gents, not funny at all! So this is the first of many future appearances!"
Monday threw his head back in a forced maniac laughter, holding to his top hat.
"Heaven will be full of smiles again! Goodnight everyone! You'll need your sleep!"
The broadcast died. The light were on again and the TV screens full of static.
Meyer sighed in relief.
"Could have been worse." He muttered.
That's when he heard the first explosion.
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