Quote from bobcathy1:
[B...Two Mexican desperados flashed their guns, grabbed Don by his hospital gown and flung him onto a horse.
The three sped off into the Las Vegas desert........ [/B]
(and by three I mean the two desperados and the horse)
...leaving poor Don sitting on the pavement with that bewildered daytrader look on his face. As the crowd started gathering and muttering and joking and poking, he stood up, tall and big, and yelled as loud as he could: People of Las Vegas, MOO me but do not MOC me! DO NOT "MOC" ME!!!
But they kept at it, not realizing his great powers.
He then jumped on top of the nearest lamp-post and with a half-crazed smile twisting his lips, he pulled a lyre out of his shirt and pushed the red button on its base, hard, real hard... and as the casino in front of him went up in flames, like ancient Rome in front of emperor Nero, he played the chords and sang melodiously, if a bit out of tune:
"My openings...
Oh, my openings...
My openings!!!"
(now, which openings was he specifically referring to? no-one knows for sure... so back to the story)
Everyone was crying, except for the firefighters who were cursing and the people who were burning. But, right then...