"PUT YOUR BALLS TOGETHER!"

  Some people looked down, some people were staring at the baby fat faced man with the suddenly wild eyes. 

  "I DON'T KNOW WE WERE JUST TALKING AND IT CAME TO ME." 

  "We're not even supposed to have balls," a by-the-rules Science nerd-woman immediately started throwing bags around in her hatchback.  "You're obviously stacking!" A wild haired woman crossed arms, then went towards, then crossed arms, then went towards.  "Ladies! There's no need to fight," the guy with the idea took one end of a climbing rope off the back of a pick up truck.  People started chanting, (i)fight, fight, fight(i). 

  Other teams had gone for morning walks, shared strips of chewy fruit, swapped spit.  Still other people were self-isolating, various reasons like not getting movie stars and singers sick, conflicts of interest. 

  "She said," a young man pointed all around at the milling about group, "It had to do with the pace of everything speeding up and, and, a vagueness in the locust." 

  "Did you smoke the while scooby snack brother?" 

  The man did the (i)squish your head(i) finger thing.  "Only two tokes.  Not the point." 

  "Let him talk, he's a zero." 

  A team lead who'd gone off to "take a piss" to "where you gonna take it" came walking out of a dust devil.  Brushed the sand off his shoulders.  Adjusted his belt buckle.  "What are we talking about here?" 

  "Ixnay on de bawlsie idea."