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[XemaSab]

The north bay. Mt Tamalpais. Fog. Waves. Redwoods. A Red-Tailed Hawk. The Golden Gate Bridge. Angel Island. Windsurfers. A Varied Thrush.

Finally, the camera lands on a tenement in San Rafael, nay, the ONLY tenement in San Rafael.

The camera focuses on a tiny window covered in bars barely poking up above the sidewalk. As the camera zooms in, we become aware of a pair of tiny, piggish, feral eyes looking out.

Interior of the apartment. The place is dank and cramped. There are mold stains on the walls. The carpet is a sickly green and totally filthy.

The only sources of light are from the aforementioned window and from the monitor of a 386. There is a figure hunched behind the screen. He's huge, at least 200 pounds overweight, and he's wearing a stained Ralph Nader 2000 shirt and a pair of too-short shorts that expose his bearlike legs. He is emitting low grunting sounds and smacking his lips as he types.

The phone rings. The phone is the same filthy shade as the carpet. The man picks up the phone and makes a louder sound, more like a bark than a word.

We can hear a voice coming over the phone. It's Karl Rove, and he's angry. He wants to see results. He tells the man to go to the Bohemian Grove that night.

The man grunts in comprehension and turns his gaze again to the barred windows of his dungeon.

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