The Revolution

And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in. When desperate men seek to overthrow a government, when a dictator is fighting to retain his power, Death is the penalty for all the losers. Now, Revolution, written by Peter Fernandez.

Oh, this crowd. There's a line of motorcycles right behind the band. That's a meanie's almost here. and get the camera ready. Yeah, okay. Now down to your... No pictures of the Bitegan. What do you mean?

No pictures of the Dictator as the Bitegan from his spot. That's ridiculous. No pictures, no pictures, you understand? Hey, where'd he go? Are you just disappearing to the car? Fine thing. We hold this spot for two hours just to see a real old style dictator in the flesh.

Some wise guys, there's no pictures. Is he coming yet? Mr. Brown, let me see. He was a big open car. Yeah? I'm standing up in back waving at everybody. There he is. There he is.

He's just the way he looks in the newsroom. Oh, Bobby, he's got to get just one picture. Nobody will ever believe me. We really saw him. Sorry, Bob. Okay. Here goes. Now, what? Just a sec- Yes?

Good afternoon. You? The man who told us we couldn't take the picture. Where is your cousin? Uh, never mind. I can hear him in the shower. Well, what do you want? You do not believe in a being or is it Mr. Sherryman?

Of course I do. What your husband went to bed to compete your anyway? Did he? Where is the camera? How are you? I will find it myself. Now just a minute, you can't go through our things.