52 | John W. Warner IV all hot-pokered. That I smear. The general said calmly: Since youre obviously a twisted mystery school initiate of a kind, why pick on us? Energy is energy, its neutral. You must understand the necessity of what were doing, the holy urgency behind it, that were only abiding by Hermetic universal law and free will. As above, so below. Balance in all things. Polarity experienced in action and deed with Polarity? Bernie almost tripped in a pool of blood, feeling even sicker, but held fast. Til go out on a limb and say the rest of the world has had a healthy snootfull of bullshit negative polarity for the last eon and a half. Hermetic law? More like finding loopholes in those laws, and we all know the world has been highly unbalanced towards the dark for the last nine thousand yearsnaughty, naughty, so-o-o unsporting, old chap. Above and below my ass. Nice little world war we have going on now, lots of belly slithering combatants in s-t-r-a-n-g-e uniforms. Youll get nothing from me, said the general sternly. Oh? Bernie motioned to his team. Two of his team grabbed the two unimportant white robed men by the hair and put them with die black-garbed witches against the tapestried wall. Bernie put in a fresh 30-round magazine, cocked the action, and let go one long, deafening Tommy Gun burst. Down they went. He came back to the table and massaged the generals shoulders softly, attentively, as the others ate and gagged and puked. Well see about that, he whispered. My dear prince Vlad, Vlad the Impaler, that is.