Let's Drink Ethanol

Prologue
I Don’t like Rhubarb Pie. I don’t like asparagus pie either. Mr. Williams is FBI and has a house full of steel grass seed, which he uses to grow steel grass to feed his flock of steel sheep. Where do you think he gets his steel wool? Tim Ropp claims that Ms. Selner is the queen of a nation whose inhabitants are called Sigartheans. There is no such thing as an Ethanol factory. If you type in Ethanol factory under Google images, a picture of a cheese factory will appear. There are no Ethanol factories, only Ethanol Plants. The plural for ‘fish’ is also fish, NOT fishes. Connor Miller does not like Communists.
Thank you.

Location: Connor’s House
Time: 10:00 P.M.

Date: ? May, 2006
There was a crack of thunder followed by the loud pattering of hail on the roof of Connor’s house. Inside, Connor lay on his favorite couch (Given to him by some Scottish guy he didn’t know) sleeping. He was awoken by the sound of shattering glass. Slowly, Connor steeped off the couch and peered over the wall into the living room. Broken glass covered the floor and wind blew in from the broken window. As he looked farther out through the window, he noticed a black jeep parked in his driveway. His parents didn’t own a black jeep. As Connor turned to call the police, he was grabbed by a pair of strong arms.
"Don’t Move Connor, Or I’ll shoot you"
"What? Who are------"
"You know who I am, I’m your previous employer. You recognize my voice. Connor.... You shouldn’t have quit."
"But I"
"Quiet! You’re going to cooperate with me and everything will be fine." The arms released Connor and he quickly spun around to face his employer. It was him all right. Tall, Old, gray hair, white beard, and pointy nose. Yep, there was only one person who could fit that description, It was none other than the man he had once worked for and helped. His name....... Hetty.
"So Connor, I hope you like traveling, cause we’re going to do a mighty lot of it. I’ve got everything I need. FBI information and everything."
"How’d you get FBI stuff?"
"What? Oh, well, naturally, I stole it. Anyway, we’d better get going. They’re probably on my case now." Hetty led Connor through the back doors of Thompson Junior high and into Room 1247. There, he pushed aside the teacher’s desk and led him through a secret door leading to an underground train station. The two people boarded the train awaiting below, and chugged off. Hey! Guess what, you know the writer Edgar Allen Poe? Well, I read on some web site, that he died from rabies. The same Website said that he married his 13-year old cousin. Do those two facts make sense? I think the Website might have been a bit phony. Don’t you think? Connor hates Communists.

Location: FBI Headquarters
Time: 4:00 PM
Date: ? May, 2006

‘What’s the status Williams? Can we track the attacker?"
"Hmmm"
"Well"
"Uhhh...Well...Here’s the thing. We’ve managed to get back all the information that was stolen, and we’ve got a tracking device on him but..."
‘What!""Well...see...There’s a good chance that we won’t be able to get him. See, in just a couple of hours he’s already all the way down in Death Valley. I watched the radar continuously. It looks like he stopped somewhere around the west suburbs of Chicago, probably to converse with one of his partners, then headed straight down to California. Must’ve gone by plane, his path was completely straight. Anyway, I think he’s going to cross the border into Mexico. It’ll be ten times harder to track him there plus, to able to break into a FBI base he’s got t be smart. Smart enough to get us off his tail. I hate to say it, but our chances of catching that guy are slim!"
"So what are we going to do?"
"Well, we could go after him now...but I suggest we wait awhile until he goes to sleep for the night. At least wait until he stops somewhere."
"Hmmm, Okay then. Let’s wait."

3 Hours Later

"Hey! Doughnut man! Wake up!"
"What?""He’s stopped"
"Who’s stopped?""The attacker"
‘Oh, oh, yeah right, I remember. So, where is he?"
"Take a look at the map."
"Hmmm"
"See where he’s stopped? He’s stopped over that spot there. If I’m correct, there’s a minefield on that spot. Coincidence huh?"
"Uhhh...yeah...so um, we’d better get moving huh?’
"Yeah, let’s go doughnut man. We’re going on a little trip to Mexico."
Quote of the day: "...I like eating cow tongues. You should try them, they’re really good..." ~ My Mom ~
Quote of Yesterday: "...Plant garden, April first. Fool!" ~ My Grandpa ~
Location: Durango, Mexico.
Time: 5:00 AM
Date: Sometime before June 6, 06
"Get off Connor!" Hetty kicked Connor in the backside to get him moving. The two of them walked across a plain field and entered a small building made of wood and metal. Along the side were 6 round Silo type buildings.
"This way. Now, listen here. Now that I have captured you, you are gonna be my slave. Is that clear?"
"NO""It’s not, okay, how ‘bout this. I have now successfully taken you from your home and now you are going to kindly cooperate with me or I will be forced to take out a gun and shoot you. Is that clear now?"
"NO"
"No? Okay, here’s one more approach" Hetty reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a metal gun. He raised it to Connor’s head and said,
"You are going to work for me now. Is that clear?"
"Yes" Hetty put the gun away and smiled.
"Great! Now, let’s get to work. This way, let me fill you in on my plan."
"Knock, Knock" In a Mexican house in Durango, a fat man put down his tamale and walked over to answer the door. "Looks like my fresh tamale order came early," he thought. However, as he opened the door, there was not a brown box of tamales but a Mexican police officer in a brown suit.
"Yes officer, what may I do for you?"
"Hello, sorry to bother. But, we were wondering whether you’ve seen any suspicious behavior out by the Santa Cruz silver mine? There is reason to believe that a dangerous man may be living there."
"No, haven’t seen anything out of the ordinary. I’ll call if anything happens."
"Okay, well, sorry to bother. I must be going" The Mexican police walked back down the front walk and back down the street. The Mexican man shut the door and scratched his beard. It was then when he looked back out through his window, and spotted a pink helicopter landing onto the silver mine. Try typing in Hetty under Google search. Some kind of drug Website comes up. Maybe Hetty really is a drug dealer. There are some other weird sites that come up to. I’m not going to mention them though. Connor Hates Communists

Location: Cuba
Time: Unknown
Date: Unknown

Time Ropp popped a stick of chocolate into his mouth. It was Saturday, no school. Anybody watching him could think he was just a freckly kid having a great time at the beach. Little would they know that really he was here awaiting an army of 3 foot high jumping cubes. These cubes would not be just normal blocks, but they would have a mind, and a brain. They would be alive. See, secretly, Tim Ropp actually ruled an entire nation of little Prism creatures that nobody it he world even knows about. Recently, there was a war between the prism and pyramids that lasted a year or two, that nobody ever knew about. A lot of things happen that, nobody even knows about. For instance, nobody really knows there’s a man with a gun inside the Santa Cruz Silver Mine. Hey! You know what, when I was doing this one report on a poet and one of his poems. I was on the internet looking for a picture of a raven to copy for my poster, (I was doing Edgar Allen Poe and he poem ‘The Raven) I typed in ‘Raven’ under Google Images, and a bunch of pictures of naked people came up. It was scary. I ended up having to type in ‘Raven – bird.’ Speaking of birds, there was this one lemonade seller at this one baseball park I once went to when I was little. This is what he continuously yelled. It gave me a headache.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lemonade? AHHHHHHHHH Lemonade?" Connor Hates Communists
Location: Santa Cruz Silver Mine
"Connor, I assume you know these other kids I have kidnapped. They unfortunately, have never worked for me and will be treated very. very badly compared to you. Anyway, I want you to meet...Miguel Aguado. Or should I say a clone of Miguel Aguado. It seems that Miguel has a bunch of clones his age running around. I can never tell if it’s him or one of his clones I’ve captured." Hetty pointed towards the black haired kid that lay sleeping on one of the chairs in the room.
"Next we have Cody, the mushy brain kid! If fact, he only knows one math problem! Wanna know what it is?"
"Sure"
"He knows that two plus two equals fish! Anyway, you can recognize him by his yellowish hair."
"Hmm"
"Okay, now, last, but not least, is Jake. Jake... now that’s a sight. Did you know he has 10 clones in every state of every county in the entire world? In fact, I recently found out that Miguel used to work for him. That’s where he got all his clones from. Yep, oh and one more thing. Jake’s favorite thing to do...is watch Barney! I have reason to believe he keeps a big stash of his Barney stuff hidden on Venus. There’s not enough room on this planet for all of it." Connor sat in his chair and watched as Hetty babbled on about how Jake was so magnificent and how it was so terribly hard to capture him. He had heard it before. A couple weeks ago, when he had worked for the man, Connor had been filled in on every single little plan Hetty had ever created. Connor got up from his chair about to leave the room and escape when a medium sized man in a purple suit walked in front of him.
"Hetty! The driller has arrived. We need you to type in the access code to start it up."
"It’s here all ready! Hmm, well, that’s good." Hetty scratched his beard, then turned to Connor, "Connor, get the boys up. We’re going on an expedition." With that, the tall man got up and walked out the door. The purple suited man followed. Now, I assume you probably think Connor’s going to try to escape now, right? Well, if you are, you’re wrong. Connor miller wisely decides to obey Hetty and lead the rest of the boys down deeper into the mine. You really shouldn’t jump to conclusions you know it’s not good. If you thought you heard an elephant say ‘squeak’ would you immediately think it was a mouse? Connor Hates Communists.
As the 6 people turned the corner, before Connor’s eyes appeared a huge, colossal machine. It was blue, with a screw like steel drill at the front. From front to back I’d estimate it about 20 feet long. As all four boys gazed in awe at the machine, the sound of 19 loud Plutopian engines roared to life. Slowly, the steal drill started to turn counter clockwise around and around.
"Attention everyone!! I want all of you to get on this driller!" Hetty screamed trying to be heard over the roar of the engines.
‘What?"
"I said, Get onto the driller!"
"WHAT?"
"GET ON THE MACHINE!""Oh, well, sorry, you don’t have to yell." Hetty glared at the man who had just spoken then turned to Connor.
"Connor, get the boys on the machine as well as yourself. We’ve got to get moving."
In a few minutes, everyone who had just previously been working in the mine was now aboard the humongous driller machine. The doors were shut, and the machine started forward. The huge drill collided with the dirt and slowly, the machine advanced across the mine.
"Okay, we’re moving now. Controller, I want you to start to turn the drill vertically. Make sure it’s at an angle though. If it’s completely vertical, we’ll all fall towards the front."
"Yeah, Yeah, I already know what to do. You told me five times already."
"Good, now do it!" The tall man slouched back in his chair and took a sip of lemonade. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. This guy sure likes to sleep a lot huh? I guess it makes sense though, if you think about it, he’s probably up all night planning his schemes and running around robbing people. Probably sleeps every chance he has. Don’t forget, Connor Hates Communists

Location: Mars
Time: Unknown
Date: Unknown


On the surface of what some people call the red planet, A short man in a Yellow Jacket paced across the floor of a highly advanced Mercurite spacecraft made on Mercury.
"Move it slaves! I want twenty more ships finished by sundown. Move! Move! Move! Don’t forget, I want ‘Yellow Guy’ on the side of the ships instead of ‘Hetty’!" The man in the yellow jacket watched as his army of Pyramid slaves produced guns, lasers, ships, and other war items.
"Sir, I highly suggest you give the workers a rest. They might die of overworking."
"Shut up servant! I’ll do things my way and only my way! Got it?!"
‘Yes, sir"
"Good, now kindly go over there and tell me if the radar shows any ships heading this way." The cookienator (Servant’s name just to remind you) walked towards the computer and glanced at the screen.
"Nothing"
"Hmm, then, why may I ask, is there a ship in the sky over there?" As the Yellow Jacketed man pointed towards the sky, the air filled with the sound of a low booming voice.
"ATTENTION MARTIANS. THIS IS THE INTERGALACTIC HEALTH DEPARTMENT. PLEASE DISABLE ALL WEAPONS."
Location: Maryland
Time: Unknown
Date: Same as before
Tim’s cubes arrived just as planned. After boarding a newly built prism land airship, Tim and the cubes traveled across the gulf of Mexico to none other, than Cambridge Maryland. Why do you ask, well, in case you haven’t read the other books in the series, I’ll tell you. Hetty’s number one base on earth is located in Maryland. The 20 of them camped out inside a small shack that was once, part of his base as well. Communists are what Connor hates.
Location: 5545 feet below the surface of the earth
"Keep her steady men! We’re approaching 5550 feet. It’ll start getting hot out there soon!" Hetty sat in the captains eating popcorn as the monstrous machine drilled farther into the earth’s crust. Now, just to let you know the temperature can reach about 1800 degrees Fahrenheit at the base of the Earth’s crust. The earth’s crust is about 5-25 miles deep. Hetty has barely traveled 5 miles into it. The crust is 25 miles deep in Mexico.
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"$#%*@ It! Stop! Hey you! Stop!" Hetty ran through the metal hallways of the Huge Plutopian Digger. As he burst thorough the doors of the control room, he pulled a baseball bat form under his coat and knocked the man at the control across the floor.
"Stop the engines Idiot!! Jeez, your gonna ruin the motor!" Hetty screamed glaring at him. The tall man then walked over and sat down in the place the man had once sat. He typed in: ACCESS CODE: IT"S HETTY TIME TWO. RELEASE OXYGEN FROM OXYGEN TANKS. COOL AREA TO 85 DEGREES" There was the sound of hissing then, slowly at first, the numbers above the door began to drop. Starting from 200 degrees. Then, 185... 140...130...100...90.
"Okay, that’s cool enough. Attention everyone please. I want all of you to grab an ax and follow me out side!" Hetty grabbed a pick ax for himself and walked through the ship’s door.
"Okay, Now slowly and carefully, I want you all to start chipping the dirt away from the bottom of the floor here. If you see anything besides dirt, call. Got it?" There were a series of small ‘Yeah’ s and ‘sure’ s as about 50 medium sized men dressed s plumbers started to chop the dirt away from the ground with their pick axes. Before long, a sheet of Steel and iron was revealed. On one side was a set of doors locked together by a rusty old combination lock. Hetty walked over to where the doors met, took hold of a metal cutter, then, in one stroke, snapped the scissors together over the lock. With a ‘clink’ the lock snapped in two leaving only some red dust on the ground. IF you’re wondering what Hetty is doing drilling into the ground...I can’t tell you. You’re going to have to continue reading and find out.

Location: Mars
Time: Unknown
Date: Same as before

"How may I help you guys? Some tea, cookies maybe?"
"No, we don’t eat. We’re robots and cannot be bribed. We are here for one reason, to make sure your planet is healthy and is not mass producing any type of war materials of any sort."
"War materials? We aren’t producing anything like that. In fact, the only thing we produce is...err...Cotton."
"Cotton?"
"Yeah"
"Hmm, I see. Mind if we have a look around?"
"Uhhh...well...see...you can’t."
"Why?"
"Because if you go around looking at stuff, you’ll disturb my dogs. Yeah, see, this is their nap time and if you disturb them they’ll get really angry and eat you."
"I think I can manage"
"Suit yourself," said the yellow-jacketed man as he watched as the robotic health department agent turned his back and started to walk through the doors leading to the gun factory room. Poor agent, he got only a step into the room when he fell to the floor, dead. In the yellow guy’s hand...was laser gun.
"Servant!"
"Yes?"
"I want you to get some men and take over the health department ship. Kill anyone aboard and shut down its power. Considering the amount of weapons I have accumulated, I think I can declare war on the Health department. Nobody, and I mean nobody will get in my way of taking over the Universe!" The yellow Jacketed man smiled then walked away. Hey, wanna know something? My sister wrote this story once; it was about these stupid blue hippos that were planning on taking over the world. The story was titled, The Pirates who saved the World from Becoming Blue. Isn’t that a weird title? Blue reminds me of Jake. Jake doesn’t hate Communists, Connor does.

Location: Just a couple yards away from The Santa Cruz silver mine
Time: Unknown
Date: Same as before

"What’s wrong Williams?"
"What? Oh, um, err, well, nothing really. But, see,...this place looks deserted."
"So? The locator shows the signal coming from here doesn’t it?"
"Well...err...no. See I lost the signal a while back. This is just where I last saw it."
"Stupid man! Why didn’t you tell me!"
"Quiet, I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d go crazy Okay!"
"Stupid! Might as well check out the mine why we’re here. Let me tell you though, there’ll be known there. The attacker’s probably in China by now!" The two men walked through the metal doors of the Santa Cruz mine. Inside, it was deserted. There were papers on the floor and mice running round everywhere. No computers were running and the power was off. Mr. Williams walked through the hallway into the mine tunnel. As he inspected the area, a bright red piece of cardboard caught his eye. As he took a closer look, he realized something. The piece of cardboard was a McDonalds French fry container. There was another thing however.... It was filled with fries.
"What do you see Hetty? Gold? Poisonous radiation from Nuclear Power plants? Communists?" (The U.S. has the most Nuclear Power plants in the entire world. It’s because we like making bombs. Did I mention Connor hates communists?)
"Uhhh..."
"Well? What do you see!"
"AHHHHHHH!" Hetty slammed the steel doors shut again.
"What was it?"
"Sorry, but there’s like this one naked old guy in there."
"Naked old guy?""Yeah take a look" The plumber that stood next to Hetty walked over to the door and peeked inside. A short man with a very long beard waved to him as he looked inside. On the man’s head was a metal hat with horns jutting out from the sides.
"Oh my Gosh! Hetty, it’s a Naked Viking! Wait a minute...Oh, no, he’s not naked anymore. He just put some cloths on"
"Good, now kindly take this machine gun and step inside. Don’t kill him though, only use the gun if it’s absolutely necessary." The plumber man stepped through the door so that he was face to face with the Viking.
"YO! ME glad-Hic- to see yo! Sit down friends. Hic- want some –Hic- alcohol?"
"Uhhh...Sure""Great! Hic- drink this here-Hic- it’s good!" The small man wobbled across the floor and poured some brown fluid from a square container into a wooden cup and placed it in front of the plumber.
"Taste! Hic-good. See-Hic- made from corn! Says right here! I think its called...Ethanol." The plumber looked at the substance, then signaled Hetty to come into the room. Hetty, with his chin up in the air, walked elegantly into the room.
"Hello Mr. Viking. Pleasure to make your acquaintance" Hetty stuck out his hand for a handshake.
"Acquaintance? Blah! We just be friends! How yu do’in?"
"Err...good." The tall man looked down at the squatty little man as his hand was grasped and shooken. Quickly, Hetty wiped the grime off onto his shirt. The poor guy, probably hadn’t showered in Centuries.
"So, Uhhh, how long have you lived down here?’
"Me? Oh, about 100 years or so. Since the medieval age. Earthquake hit, and I was buried. Whole army of we Vikings got buried. No way to we to get free. Stuck in an air pocket. We was lucky to have a thin little channel leading the surface giving us air."
"What happened to the rest of the army? You seem to be the only one here."
"What? Hic- oh yeah. See wen you’re trapped in a little room with now food for months and months. With only your friends and family...see...you kind of become......Cannibal."
"You ate them!"
"Yeah sure, why not. Me eat them. Tasted good. Me did other things to. Invented an oxygen maker. Made shrunken clones of I to send to the surfaces to find food and water. That’s where me get the Ethanol. Made form corn, corn is good for they and us. Ethanol is good to drink. Me also built many ships of dirt. Created a pet centipede too I did. See" The small Viking held up a giant centipede. It was orange with many legs, just like a normal centipede. The thing that made it different was that it was about the size of a small dog.
"It got big brain. Smarter than me, he his. We good buddies, He could speak inglish you know."
"Hmm, I see, well, it’s a pleasure meeting you, but, see, I’ve go to go. I'm heading somewhere."
"Where you heading?"
"None of you----"
"Yeah, Yeah, none of me business. But tell me, where you going?"
"Fine, I’ll tell you. I’m planning on stealing...... the Core of the Earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh, Good plan, good plan. Hope it turns out. Now, I have a favor to ask of thy."
‘What?"
"When you start on your way back to the surface, take me with you!"
"What?""Please, take me away from this reached place where the sun never shines and plants will never grow. I want to be able to see the sun before I die!"
"Die, that reminds me, how did you mange to live so long anyhow?"
"Life potion"
"Ahh, anyway, about taking you to the surface...NO"
"Please! I’ll give you all my life potions, my ships, my invention!"
"Invention eh? Hmm, well in that case, fine."
"Great! You a kind man, I always remember you for this superb deed of kindness."
"Yeah, whatever. I got to be going. Man this funny way of talking with bad grammar sure is catchy" Said Hetty as he boarded his Driller machine and once again headed down into the crust of the earth. He went around the Viking’s house. Just to let you know, Joey Corbino and Anne Marie Sullivan both claim that the drunk Viking enjoys listen to he song Norland March and he is planning on eating me alive. They also say that he lives in my gym locker. Do you think they’re right? Bet you can’t tell me someone who hates Communists.
It was 11:00 AM when Hetty’s Driller suddenly broke through a clob of dirt revealing a read glow of light.
"We must be a the earth’s core! I see magma!" Hetty jumped out of his Driller wearing a highly advanced heatproof suit and an oxygen tank. He climbed through the opening and was face to face with a huge, red.... Stop sign!
"What thuh! Wow, there’s a stop sign in the earth’s core!" Hetty looked around and spotted a short fat guy walking down across the floor.
‘Hey! Hey you! Do you live in the earth’s core!"
"Orange Beef?"
"What?"
"Egg Roll?"
"I don’t want food. I want to know if this is the earth’s crust!" The boy looked at Hetty blankly then walked away. Once Again Hetty looked around. He noticed a sign with little symbols on it. Beneath the symbols were words in English that read: Beijing, China
"Whoops!" Was all he said. Did you know that currently, China is trying to drill a very deep 177-millimeter wide hole into the earth’s crust. They plan to use it to find out information about the inside of the earth and about plate tectonics. It’s True. Oh, and another thing is, Jake for some reason has received chain letters from Korea. Probably from his clones. Maybe those chain letters demanded him to mail a no parking sign to someone. Osman told me during P.E class that Jake told him to tell me that if I gave him a no parking sign he wouldn’t hug me. Is the Gay or what? Tell me something about Connor.

Location: Once again deep within the earth’s crust

"Move it people, we must have missed the outer core of earth!" Hetty watched through the front windshield as the drill drilled deeper and deeper into the earth. It was then, as he was watching, when he heard the drill groan to a stop.
‘What’s going on! Why are we stopping!"
"Boss, I’m sorry but, the engine is overheating. We’re are running the air conditioning to high.
"What? That stupid, how can you -----" Hetty stopped in mid-sentence.
"What is it boss?"
"I think the metal on the ship is melting."
"Oh"
"Well"
"Well what?"
"Get this ship out of here! We’re all gonna die of heat if the walls melt completely through!" Hetty slammed his hand against the side of the ship. There was a sizzling sound and his entire hand turned purplish red.
"@$#%&!" Hetty stuck his hand into his mouth. There was another sizzling sound and his tongue started to burn.
"@#$$!! #%@%F! $#@*%!!" As the ship turned around to face upward once more, Hetty sprawled onto the floor.
"AHHH! My back is burning! My cloths! #%$^!! My arms!" Yep, the floor was melting to.

The ancient Viking waited in his house for Hetty to come back and pick him up. He took another sip of Ethanol, then listened for Hetty’s Driller. There as rumbling sound, then the blue Machine burst through the dirt. However, it didn’t stop. It continued up towards the surface. He had been betrayed. His last chance to get on the surface, and he had been betrayed. He laid down on his bed thinking of all the sad things that had happened to him, when a shadow fell ver him. It was a long skinny shadow with one hundred arms. In one of the arms...was a knife.

Hetty’s Driller arrived at the surface again at 3:00 P.M. Sunday. Waiting for him was a fleet of U.S. and Mexican army men as well as a bunch of helicopters. His Plumbers and him were all taken to the local hospital to be treated for all their burns. They will never recover from the redness. As for the three boys, They were unfortunately all given little pills that would erase the recent events from their minds. They didn’t want those poor kids to be traumatized for the rest of their lifetime. Of course, Earth memory tampering is very primitive. I’m sure any Mercurite or Plutopian could probably...Bring back their memories. Anyway, After all the people cleared the mine sight for the night something happened. The ground around the mine began to shake ever so slightly, to little for anyone to notice. As it shook, dirt started to displace, and from under the ground, appeared a huge massive Viking ship. It loomed over the mine, then a small figure moved across the deck. It raised its head, revealing, not a beard, but orange skin and 100 small little arms. It jumped into the air revealing the distinct Viking shaped lump in its stomach, then landed on its feet in the dirt. From behind it’s back it pulled out a small boy with black. Miguel Aguado, the fourth kid.

To be continued...

P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. Information has come from the Internet and witnesses of the events. (Like the one Mexican guy)

P.S.S. Chicago Board of Trade pencils have bad erasers.