Chiefs Wonderwall

A Vegas-town Bowl-Sunday superstitions yarn about inventions in wits and cool for securities in the face of a (dark) readings threat.

A securities yarn in toast for tonight's Super Bowl '58 (2024), hallmark of Earthling media/revenue/sportsmanship (TV). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no ties to the NFL and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for language-arts/folklore (for 'open' material). 

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AMLAN: This is a good securities examination in Vegas for the Bowl-'58 chat.

MARCUS: We're the multiculturalism faces of policework/securities (Facebook).

AMLAN: Any note on Night-Slasher's pattern for the note posted on media?

MARCUS: Me thinks he's an antagonist of lifestyle/pedestrianism traffic games.

AMLAN: Maybe he's found inspiration from football-terror scenes from cinema?
MARCUS: Hmmm, he might show-up with a vending-kit with chemicals then.

AMLAN: Sound plan for 'homegrown' terrorism in the post-9/11 era of angst, pal.

MARCUS: That's why were securities/cops, Amlan; Facebook like (good).

Who was this Night-Slasher and why'd he shine a dark-light for targeting the Chiefs-49ers (rematch) for Super Bowl lore in Las Vegas, where fans of the iconic Americana team from San Francisco would seek to cheer in arena or from home (TV) to create a capitalism-race Sunday 'event' in what's become a Cali-Homeland expression for the bridges and branches of fortune-readings for sportsmanship and competition? Was he linked to the new terrorist-group (Cobra)?

OFFICER CHARLIE: I've moved to Vegas for a special insider-job work(s), gents.
AMLAN/MARCUS: You're quite the lovely for Bowl-'58 lore in street-chats, cop!

OFFICER CHARLIE: Hey, police can be women too, and we do things better.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Provide us that key background confidence; no Night-Slasher.

OFFICER CHARLIE: My knights of white napkins (fine).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Cool.

NIGHT-SLASHER: No one shall or can deter the likes of me, the homegrown super invader of football nonsense, a glitter for popcorn and junk-food, and I'm to wonder if this child-like California Gold Rush 'examination' yields a shield for American TV audiences; no way shall they catch the likes of me, Slasher.

Amlan and Marcus created a pre-game video-game synthetics superstitions/premonitions storyboard to make predictions numbers for audiences/fans/coaches in Las Vegas, inside one of the casinos hosting a cool cyber-group hospitality-reading before kickoff, and it infuriated the Night-Slasher, perhaps because he harbored stranger angst for video-game entertainment (for youth-memoir).

They caught him. He was in the lot outside with a vender-van with special water-guns and junk-food...laced with HCL and poisons (wow). Amlan and Marcus knew the psycho-terrorist would show with some lot-leviathan for media journals and they simply shot him in the foot and had him hauled off for in-prison TV view.

NIGHT-SLASHER: Damn (bureaucracy-reading).

OFFICER CHARLIE: Congrats, gents.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We're the blue-chips, you're the catcher in the rye, Charlie.

OFFICER CHARLIE: Which one's taking me out for bleu-cheese salad?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Chiefs heroine.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)