356 | John W. Warner IV The Dogon elders will hear of this, said Gwafa angrily. Theyre sadly off limits, sighed Stew. The Nommo people from Sirius-A protect them under treaty. Its a complex universe, but we do cherish visiting the Serengeti on occasion. Giraffes and elephants are a hot commodity in the Kappa Draconis star system. Your overlords giveth and then taketh away, so to say. You leave our loveable giraffes alone, pouted Alice. Lew pointed. Youre in a bind, Herr Rodgers, were just the middlemen in the deal, not ths…primary stakeholders, not the secret societies per se, although they can be useful at times.’Ihe cold, amoral Nazi hierarchy tend to pay more and on time, thats all. All that Swiss Octagon gold, Russian refugee what-not and death camp genetic what-for, oh deary me, its a hot market. The Anunnaki pay us well for high-quality Earth gold much in demand out there yonder for planetary atmospheric protection and the like. The expensive rare genetics help other star nations survive and thrive on their harsh-environment planets when they splice DNA generationally, colorful chimeras and hybrid offspring being all the rage in Haute Couture circles at the much-populated Galactic Center. Out here, well, its as if we were back with your slave-raping hero George Washington on the Ohio frontier dealing with unwashed savages and bloodthirsty settlers. Bernie said: Yes, but he Its business, just commerce, added Stew. You should understand that, Herr Illuminati-man. Perhaps you can insure us through Lloyds of London? Nein? exclaimed Geer, realizing it was all true as he connected uncomfortable dots. Shafer stood in anger. You filthy swine, you never told us you Stew stood abruptly and held out his curled hands like a movie monster. Yar-r-r-r- r-r! Enraged, Bernie pulled his trigger. Kneecaps only, wound them!He re-cocked the action. Nothing. Gwafa pulled a dry trigger. He could hear the brothers laughing in his mind as he lay on the ground as a naked child while they kicked scalding sand in his face. Get out of my head! He welled up in tears, kneeling on the floor. Then it suddenly stopped, his mind twisted like bread dough. A dreadful pause in conversation. Stew wagged a long, bony finger, the electrified brass gas lights reflecting in his sunglasses. Tsk, tsk, tsk. We removed all the firing pins with a mental file, so to speak.