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By Jack Joseph Smith

The night moved toward midnight. The city lights grew over the moon. Inside the red and blue bore their exact image without a beam of inhesitation. At a moment Animal wanted to lay his cheek in his palm and dream, but on each chance of checking Colonel possibilities continued dead center to his street goals. Colonel had a short story to tell, and it wasn't of slumber. "What I need Colonel is an erector set for a diagram." Colonel didn't answer that. He waited. Took a drink; mimicked pulling down the chain of a truck horn. "Trucks, that's what I need, a couple trucks," Colonel then cuped his hands in the form of a scoop, and extending them out over the table, "Heavy equipment; Don't need to be a dragon, just a cat. Someday I'll hire African elephants with Pittsburgh chains, and we'll haul away L.A." "I thought you wanted to build." "You want to give me the bread to do my own building? Animal, just turn it over leaflike like an Armenian. With bucks behind me, it would take Egypt to pull me and my buildings down. But we're in the beginning; so please listen,

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Colonel turns his trapped feeling into a material fantasy of trucks, equipment, and hauling Los Angeles away, making escape sound like construction work.

The page shifts from Animal's sleepy barroom watchfulness into Colonel's appetite for tools and force. Trucks, chains, cats, and elephants give his desire for self-directed labor a comic scale, while the dialogue keeps the fantasy grounded in money, bread, and building.

Claude

The manicure-shop fantasy turns style and grooming into a comic business vision. The page shows how quickly this cast can convert private mood into commercial scheme.