43:37, Fourth Revolution, Cihuacoatl 76/Saguaro, Abednego-Chalchiuhtlicue, Genesis

See The Nomad Crier Walk into a Pancake House with a Nose as Red as Rudolph The Red-Nose Reindeer

A Chipper Waitress Snatches Up a Menu and asks with a Glint in her Eye

"Just One this Morning?"

The Nomad Crier says

"No, 4"

Then he Blurts Out Like a Possessed Rapping Madder Monk

'Sings his dog with bended muzzle,
Into block of stone beside him;
Sings his cap from off his forehead,
Sings it into wreaths of vapor;'

The Dishwasher overhears the Ruckus, he sets down his Bus Tub and Does a Diddly Step in the Aisle before Gaily Proclaiming

'From his hands he sings his gauntlets
Into rushes on the waters;
Sings his vesture, purple-colored,
Into white clouds in the heavens;'

See bob at a Booth looking around with Angry and Suspicious Eyes

The Waitress points the Menu at The Nomad Crier and Sings

'Sings his girdle, set with jewels,
Into twinkling stars around him;
And alas! for Youkahainen,
Sings him into deeps of quick-sand;'

See bob flustered, making faces and whispering to his friend in his imaginary Mirror which always accompanies him

A Haggard Old Junkie Steps Out the Hall Leading to the Restrooms, he Sings

'Ever deeper, deeper, deeper,
In his torture, sinks the wizard,
To his belt in mud and water.
Now it was that Youkahainen'

The Singers All Chant in Unison

'Comprehended but too clearly
What his folly, what the end was,
Of the journey he had ventured,
Vainly he had undertaken
For the glory of a contest
With the grand, old Wainamoinen.'

See bob yell

"Excuse me, could I get my check please?"

The Nomad Crier Points a Finger of Condemnation at bob, Emphasized with a Stern and Certain look of Wrath, The Nomad Crier's Face Looks as if it would Explode into the Very Flames of Hell and Consume all of the Souls in the Pancake House

The Nomad Crier says to bob through a Scowl and Bared-Teeth, with Evil Eye Unrelenting and Spittle Firing like Buckshot to Accompany the Flames

"Ickwidus Tonti Shorus Lorus

'I have bows in great abundance,'

Tonde Sodomize Millstone Truffles

Ickwidus Tonan Shorus Shuffle

Uranian Ickwidus Shorus Wackberd Chapter

Bows on Every Nail, Bows on Every Rafter

'Bows that laugh at all the hunters

Bows that go themselves a-hunting.'

zinc zinc zinc

sugar sugar sugar

13/31

SWAN"

See bob freeze in his seat, unsure how the heck to respond;

The Junkie, Waitress and Dishwasher all Shoot bob a look of Pity as they slowly shake their heads;

bob looks around at them and exclaims

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you all high?"

The Junkie says

"You're one burnt Chicken, bob"