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Show Acting Alone Page 223 It seemed real important to the political theory guy that they did the ceremony just right, in seriousness, with each Hostage for Freedom getting two mouthfuls and no more, no less. Then they all had to kneel around the official truck in a circle for prayer. The political theory guy turned down the polkas some and spoke the prayer. "Our Lord in Heaven. We ask it of thy holy grace to bless this vehicle that it may speed us on our quest with great swiftness, and we ask it of thee to grant us the steadfastness of faith to carry out our appointed task with all dispatch and vigor and we do ask it in the name of thy son, our Lord and mediator and advocate, Christ Jesus, who liveth and reigneth in thee, now and forevermore and always. : . " Some of the guys said "Amen" and started climbing up into the truck, but the political theory guy nodded to Spikey, so Spikey dashed around and pulled them back to their knees because the ceremony wasn't over just yet. The political theory guy said it was time for the brief silent vigil, the period of quietude and contemplation, while their stomachs had time to digest the mare's milk. This was the part where Spikey's shoulders and pecs felt like they were growing about a foot in diameter each, and his heart got all glorious and sad for America because she was losing respect the world over. His body and brain kind of swelled in the hot breezy silence of his dad's field, and he relived some of the weird good times back in Tehran, like as though they were happening right now to him, so vivid they were. The other guys must of felt swell, too, because all it took was one |