Click! Click!
Woodrow tried to grab the telephone and dial a few numbers. Each time, his call was picked up and then denied.
"Y-You… You can't do this to me. I'm the President of the United States of—"
"Nothing." Azul waved a hand, and the massive table got swept away to crash into the wall.
"You're a small creature, given the power to make real change for the good. And yet, you chose the most ridiculous path. Authorizing segregation in your offices. Denying admission to colored students at Princeton. For a man with so much power, so high, your actions do appear rather small-minded, puny. As my father would say, bullshit."
"What do you want?"
Azul gestured at the two other men in the room. "These two have given their interviews. They confessed to provoking Dinosia into war. I'll appoint a new president shortly. I imagine that's easier for your government to accept than another thirty percent tax."
"No… Yo—"
Azul shook his head, walked over to Woodrow, grabbed him by the face, and lifted him up. "Simply because I speak gently does not mean I'm any less violent than my father."
Bam!
He bashed Woodrow's skull into the nearest wall, crushing it into pieces, a red gooey mess.
Shaking his hand clean, Azul walked to the Vice President and made a gesture with his hand. The man instantly got bent backwards, his spine shattered, then his head rolled, turning his body into a ball.
Finally, the same fate befell the Secretary of War.
After that, Azul walked out of the office where a dozen more members of the Congress and the Cabinet awaited. They had peeked inside already, half of them had wet their pants, and the other half were shivering.
They had clearly spent all their luck with Theodore Roosevelt in the past because they were no longer dealing with just the First Man. The First Man didn't think much. Didn't plan much.
But Azul was different. He was violence with a brain.
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Georgia,
Marshall was on his way back after visiting the settlement in the Mammoth reserve he owned. The furry elephants were no longer on the verge of extinction. The town had also grown into a city, almost. It was named New Dinosia.
"Wruf rawr."
"Come on, man. Don't start crying about it. You parked your ass with Hela instead of tagging along with me. I went up there, blew an entire damned planet to dust, and guess what? You missed the show."
Marty rolled his eyes, waving his hands. "Grrr-puff!"
"Bullshit, I call bullshit. You're just blaming me for shagging ladies now. Now get your sassy ass over here so I can pat that dumb, adorable head. I missed your crocodile face, thought you finally escaped my madness."
Marty shrugged, as if embarrassed. But he ended up laying his massive head flat on the gigantic raft and let Marshall pat his snout. It reminded him of the old days when he was very young. How Marshall took care of him, how they roamed the forests together.
Sniff! Sniff!
But then, both of them started to sniff loudly. It was night, so everything was dark. But when they looked down from the raft, they saw a pretty large fire in the shape of a massive cone. And around that fire were a few dozen men.
"The hell's this now? A party? We can join."
Marshall hurried the raft down to check things out. But as they got closer, it became clear that this party had no grilled meat or drinks involved. No, it was the strangest party both Marshall and Marty had ever seen. A group of weird men dressed in white curtains that had pointy hats ran around the fire in circles.
"What in the moonshine-soaked clown ritual is this, Marty?"
"Snorf-raa"
"Begging the gods for rain, huh? That's a possibility."
Still, Marshall decided to check it out and landed the massive raft as he usually did. He flattened a large chunk of area and walked over to the fire to join the party. His presence hadn't gone unnoticed either, as the pointy-curtain-wearing men had stopped dancing around the fire.
They had each grabbed their guns and aimed them at Marshall and Marty.
"Mind if I join the party, lads?" Marshall waved from a distance. Marty did the same, waving his little T-Rex arms.
"Jesus! It's the First Man!"
"He's one of us?!"
"That's brilliant!"
Marshall heard them go all excited and approached them. "Where's the beer?"
"Oh, we got beer," said one of the men, wearing a dragon sigil on his yellow curtain-robes, appearing different from the rest. "We are honored that you joined us, First Man. We always knew you were one of us. I'm Grand Dragon Sam Fleming of the Ku Klux Klan."
"Dragon of the cool cunts clams? What in retardation is that?" Marshall narrowed his eyes, one finger poking his ear to ensure he heard it right. "You a dragon? Hm, fine shit. Got any women amongst your ranks?
"Ah, of course, First Man. We have women membe—"
"Hot damn! My buddy Marty here's got balls full of dino-cum for millions of years now. Be a saint and bring one of your scaly, fire-breathing babes to give him a proper workout? Will you?"
"..."
Grand Dragon Sam Fleming looked at his men and then back at the god. "I… I don't think… it'll fit."
"Why the hell not? Ain't your lady a dragon too? Bet she's got a goddamn canyon down there, enough room for my buddy to park himself. Don't worry, he'll be gentle and treat her right. I'll stand at the corner and watch… fuck, no I won't, that's cuck behavior, but I don't want to fuck a dragon-cooch so… is that getting cucked? Food for brain, or brain for food? Shit, I'm confusing myself now."
"..."
Grand Dragon Sam Fleming backstepped instinctively, feeling scared. "F-First Man… W-Will you join us?"
"Bring the dragon chick first, then we'll talk."
"Sir, there is no dragon. It's just a title," Grand Dragon Sam Fleming exclaimed. "I'm a human. Everyone here is a human. We gather here to oppose the unjust system the government is imposing on us."
"No dragon bitches?" Marshall sighed and looked at Marty. "Sorry, buddy. Maybe next time."
"Mrrr-blee!" Marty shrugged.
Marshall sighed and walked closer to the fire. "So, what injustice are you fighting for?"
"Coons!" shouted a man nearby.
"Negros!"
"Them Indians!"
"Jews!"
"Catholics!"
"Italians!"
Marshall listened to them all ramble one after another. He kept his arms folded and nodded each time, nudging them to keep going. After about ten minutes and hundreds of their complaints, he sighed.
"Retards! All of you. Marty, eat them."
"Hnnn-umph!"
"What? What do you mean they're yucky? You're a T-Rex!"
"Whuff-pfft…"
"Ah, you've got standards now? Damn, Hela really spoiled you, didn't she? Alright, I'll do the deed then. I came for roasted meat, and I ain't walking out till I roast something."
Woosh!
"No!"
"No! Let us go!"
Marshall raised both his hands. All thirty-six men flew in the air and got thrown into the massive fire they had built. Screams echoed right away. Each tried to get up and run, but Marshall's invisible force kept them cooking.
"Should've handed me the dragon cooch! But nah, you went and out-stupid yourself!"
Screams slowly died down, and eventually even the fire died. The scent was disgusting, especially for Marshall and Marty with their superior sense of smell.
"Let's go, boy. Ain't no beer or dragon-cooch here."
Moments later, they jumped on the same old raft and flew away. Marshall flew fast this time as he really craved some beer now.
It still took him nearly three minutes to arrive at Dinosia. He made a quick landing on his temple's roof and ran downstairs for the massive lounge area where Logan manned the bar. Marty followed right behind him, hungry for some food.
Bam!
"Wolfie! Beer! Make it ten!" Marshall kicked the door and walked in.
But it appeared they had guests. In the main sitting area, Hela was seated with her sister on one side and Frigga on the other side. The coffee table before them had a lot of gifts.
"Haha! Marshall, my friend, you bring me joy yet again. Well done."
Marshall received Odin with a cosmic dap of their palms, and then a brotherly hug. "What's this about?"
"My daughter carries a child, what other reason would there be?" Odin said with quiet pride, guiding Marshall toward the seats where the others waited. "You've kept yourself busy."
"Damn right." Marshall puffed his chest like a rooster that just won a bar fight. "This time it's gonna be a daughter, and Hela can bite her tongue 'cause she ain't naming a damn thing."
Frigga smiled from her seat. "And what about Aldrif?"
"Who's that?"
"My other daughter." Odin coughed beside Marshall. "You know her as Angela."
"Ah, that's her fancy Asgard name? Sounds like it could punch me through a wall. Or spit in my mouth."
Angela almost dug her chin into her chest because of how much she was looking down.
"Marshall, you don't know?" Frigga asked.
Finally, Hela directed her gaze at Marshall and spoke. "She's with child."
"..."
"The hell you talkin' about? I asked her that time, and she said, 'In me, let me feel it.' I remember, crystal clear. Ain't that code for 'no baby bombs incoming'? I mean, what the hell else could it mean?"
"I…" Angela weakly murmured, never looking up. "I didn't know that."
"..."
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