Evidently, Michelangelo wouldn't tire easily of watching Miller's bad mushroom trip with it's screams and physically unbalanced stumblings and flailings on the desert floor......... Michelangelo had started roasting shish-kebabs on the open fire and observed Miller's bad trip with the same interest he showed in getting an elbow just right (when sculpting)......... Leonardo wasn't so interested and decided to go dance to Mobey music near his van...... after a long while and a little lie down -- Leonardo returned to the fire to see that Miller was all tuckered out and sleeping --- Michelangelo had facilitated him with a bottle of milk like the ones babies use as well as putting a baby bonnet on his head.........
'where the hell did he get those extras from,' wondered Leonardo to himself.
'Dude,' said Michelangelo good spiritedly, 'tell me again what you want this guy for?'
Leonardo squatted to the desert floor and started doodling in the sand with a stick -- a shooting star above his head blazed gloriously across the sky (briefly).....
'Look,' he started, while scratching circles with diameters through them in the sand, 'you know when we came through the time warp -- there was a while before we were able to meet up again.'
'yeah you said you started selling crack cocaine to rich white kids and that's how you got the money for the van,' inserted Michelangelo.
'right, that's right,' rejoined Leonardo, 'but somehow i made contact with a representative of the government in a soup kitchen, a black man, he represented himself as part of the national security apparatus here ---- over a free soup kitchen meal, as we broke bread and ate, we had a long conversation about various matters and he gave me his business card and told him to present myself at Wright-Pat Airforce base in Ohio and give the guards this code,' continued Leonardo and flipped the business card over to show Michelangelo the code: SX32B...... 'he told me that he was going to put me in charge of an experimental division there and that i was free to assemble a suitable team to help me in my research effective immediately,' finished Leonardo.
'and this is who you want on your team,' said Michelangelo derisively, looking at Miller asleep on the desert from with his milk bottle and baby bonnet, snoring off a bad trip -- evidently Michelangelo was disgusted.
'Look man, i can teach this guy the basics on trigonometry, how to find Pi in everything -- and he's only one team member -- i have a mentally disabled person lined up too.'
'a retard?' said Michelangelo incredulously and obviously by his overall tone he was sceptical of the whole thing - but not surprised.
'yes,' rejoined Leonardo, 'a retard gives my team the strength of sincerity without the unwitting retardation of super-dooper cleverness.'
Michelangelo nodded his approval, this made sense.
'I also have a flaming homo on my team, just to keep things less anally-retentive -- this guy is really gay but somehow manages to act less gay and anally retentive than the straight people,' continued Leonardo.
'What's his background?' asked Michelangelo.
'Chemistry, he's a scientist,' retorted Leonardo.
'And the retard?' asked Michelangelo.
'What does it matter what he does?' said Leonardo and this answer pleased Michelangelo who responded by saying:
'well dude, i'm not surprised, i always figured back in italy you'd end up doing a lot of military-type work -- for the Medicis or whoever -- that's just you i guess,' said Michelangelo.
'well what are you gonna do?' asked Leonardo.
'I don't know yet, probably go to nyc and snoop around -- but tell me what this project is about?' asked Michelangelo good spiritedly once-again.
'A part of the military-governmental apparati is interested in how climate change and different weather conditions can affect the geo-political realities around the world in terms of America's enemies from unconventional, non-nation state threats, i.e., terrorists.'
'that sounds pretty interesting,' mused Michelangelo sympathetically.
'yeah, i'm sure it will be, i'm already giving it a lot of thought now -- you see this Miller guy,' said Leonardo as he pointed his stick in the direction of Miller, 'i hope you didn't damage his brain with your magic mushrooms, did you see his jawline? and the way his forehead meshes with his eyebrows and the way his head looks in general?'
Michelangelo made a facial gesture as if to say, 'maybe, but what of it?'
Leonardo added, 'he has the head of a born meteorologist'.
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