The junction box on Sixth Street thrummed with life, the utilitarian grey metal casing vibrating with the force of the current coursing beneath it. A hand-written note, held in place with the liberal application of sellotape, fluttered on the front of it.
"To the person who found my glasses on the street last Wednesday and left them here for me to find: thank you."
The Unkind Ones' newest prospects, the fraternal triplets Findo, Fetcho and Recovero, knelt on the sticky and scorching asphalt as they carefully cut the raggedy-edged page free of it's bindings. Around them, the fully-patched members of Eerie's most notorious biker gang waited in reverend silence.
With a last staticky ripping noise, the letter was free. The prospects folded it once, twice, then turned in a well-choreographed semi-circle and handed it to Billy Millions.
"It is found," said Fetcho.
"It is found," intoned the rest of the Brotherhood.
Billy Millions blushed to the roots of his magnificent beard as he accepted the offering. The Unkind Ones cheered and clapped, and several competing dad-rock ballads began blaring from half a dozen portable radios.
Unseen amidst the celebration, Mister Lodgepoole misappropriated several skull-and-crossbone decals from various motorcycles, scowling furiously.( Read the rest of the Microwave-verse here )( Read the rest of the Pay Attention verse here )