| | Sitting in the twisted shadows of stained glass statue
A round table with others
The green and colored light spatters us
A warm dungeon room
My apparatus is explained and initiated
Spinning ever faster, distorting shapes, creating its own light
Then silence... A pregnant pause permeates the air
And an explosion of money flutters through the air
Walls disappear and we're giggling, grasping assorted paper from around the world
Moments later the opposition joins in on the fun
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