Even the good robot dog shook his head yes. His interpreter confirmed the yes to a translator, and the translator admitted he did not know the answer to the Nanny's question, "Why is my child, the child, the child," she pointed at the top of his head, "This one mine."
Since people with more than one home State had to choose stay or go, complicated by Service people the world over with new duties, there were last minute snafus to smooth sailing from here on out. Some people who'd stuck with an actor's guild despite pressures to strike and quit were very eager to get back to work. Of course nobody in the world had a "money tree" or even a working credit card.
"He's crying because he's a baby." The boy narrowed his eyebrows and stared at his Uncle. "See, he knows that word." The boy kept the narrowed eyes on the man who tried to start up a conversation to get an idea of what's the delay now. A very tall, curly-haired man, the perfect Zeus, a woman with hopes of writing and directing announced, joined the queue. "Make the fish lips. Make the fish lips!" A little girl requested. A mother waved a hand being chewed on away from the girl's mouth, "Stop bothering these people."
"Now there's board-wide delays," a woman came over and reported. "We're never going to get there."
"Such a pessimist beneath your sugar-coating," the tall man pointed at the small Asian boy and flicked a fake booger at the woman, then he drew a box around his face, and made fish lips. People started laughing. "Oh man," said the woman, "Now he'll do the whole routine again."
"Whatchya been doing with yourself Smiley?" An actual director joined the queue.
"Being a clown."
"I should've figured."
"At least I stayed working."
"Oh. Oh. That's not good." Came the voice of a man as he stifled a sneeze that made him cough deep and liquidy. People got out of the way as a pedestal on big turning wheels uprighted itself and started mowing a path through all the people.
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