Currency-Matter (Dead Presidents)

A Story by Abishai100

An adaptation of the 'graphic' Hughes-Bros. subculture film about tribulations/crime drawing eyes on 'American' materialism.

A final fanfiction of one of my fave culture-dissection films Dead Presidents (Hughes Bros.), and this time I think my retirement announcement is (somehow) real. Enjoy!

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This is the tale of an Algerian-American 'prince' and war-veteran who'd planned on a luchi-bread eatery (Indian-cuisine) investment in his challenged Windy-City market(s) of Bulls-Bears 'money' who'd spin a heartbreak-vigilante 'examination' for capitalism-race chess-stalemate thinking (for the books).

AMLAN SATAN: I've been writing about my Galatea-mannequin for some time now, after returning from the Afghan-war and somehow feel there's something missing in my Windy-City of treasure-insurance readings, and that's why this vigilante 'deed' is all about politicized life-myth (for the Ego).

Amlan Satan, proud war-veteran, dismissed after injury (early) and (now) writing about his mall-mannequin whom he'd nicknamed Esmerelda, was thinking (seriously) about a Windy-City (rumored/insured) blood-diamond box holding swap (with glass-beads!) for a vigilante-message about insurance-examinations for treasure-motions corruption American globalism rhetoric, for a more enhanced eco-capitalism image, but was he becoming a war-ridden social ills 'philosopher' bordering on self-imposed insanity (for imaging)?

ARMORED TRUCK DRIVER: "After the costumed 'street-theater' bank-vault media-photo 'theater' in our fare(s)-rich Windy-City, this 'musketeer' hopped into my truck when it arrived at the bank, still wielding his street-theater prop-toy water-rifled (filled with HCL) and burned a hole in my truck-vault case holding the 2nd-half of Baron Goldfinger's (rumored) 'insured' blood-diamonds, and we're to think this post-deed social-media (cyber) post by the same 'musketeer' claiming he had ties to sportsmanship-media interesting to war-veterans suggests to me (simply) this 'musketeer' has some (Interpol-relation?) covert bread (wow)."

That water-rifle Mr. Satan used for this daring vigilante 'examination' was quite the cool toy, and he'd be counted among the various Robin-Hoods of lore in the Windy-City of the post-9/11 era Homeland of concerns of commerce/insurance 'bridge' games to traffic-securities for globalism-rhetoric (antiterrorism materialism).

ESMERELDA: You're such a theater-hero, but are you a writer, Satan?
AMLAN: I must be dreaming...you can't be alive/speaking (to me!).

ESMERELDA: You're dreaming (don't fear); consider your hero deed.

AMLAN: I got a bond for you now with my patriotism-angst (right?).

ESMERELDA: Excellence; as my 'prince' or 'duke' of capitalism-chess.

AMLAN: Yeah...I stalemated that blood-diamond baron (Goldfinger).

ESMERELDA: Perhaps this 'deed' was one for booksellers?

AMLAN: Perhaps, Ezzy; maybe this was (all) purely social-media IQ.

ESMERELDA: I'm your Galatea (then) of the faces of treasure-bytes.

AMLAN: Alright (thanx).

Why go to all this fuss about the 'communications' and toys of capitalism-race angst (or chess), you (maybe) ask (dear friends)? Well, Mr. Satan's tale is one of (all) purified patriotism-woe, for when Goldfinger launched his minion-machinery to determine the ID of the Robin-Hood and wondered if it was some 'diamond-eyed' war-veteran of his 'fare-rich' city, Amlan had to flee America and retire to Quebec, but he'd never forget Esmerelda ('Ezzy'), the faerie-muse for his 'wrought' examination(s) of post-9/11 era Homeland ('American') materialism-readings (for a watch).