"It's only an Anarchy between

  the haves and have nots." A book Publisher had a list of contacts.  "I'm not that old, but it's the same at the start of any warring." 

  "It's a gutfest," said a bubbly drunk on beer guy whose tee-shirt was shortening over his roundening belly.  Some guys were smashing their guts against each other.  "Like a beer brotherhood?" A young woman asked.  "Eggzaxly!" 

  "Where are you coming from?" A nurse asked people as they filed in and out of what was still open in Greenland.  "What news?" 

  Some Belgians and French were seen huddling together.  The young wives informed of scientific prize, "seed money" for startups and investing, and crates of stolen military equipment.  "They don't have these," a plain clothes U.S. military service person rattled the few bullets left from hunting food in a thin cardboard box.  "Does he have a gut?" A young lady asked a woman.  "What kind of question is that?" 

  "There's a bit of a beerfest in there." Was said and indicated by a slight turning of the body.  "Why I'll..." the wife stalked towards the keg room.