When the elevator hits the forty floor, it turns into the swimming pool. The water swirls and sweeps and weeps and creeps from the floor, from the elevator floor, before the opening of the door, of the elevator door. Cyclops reaches to hold his nose, but the one on his face is a carrot nose, so he goes to his groin to hold his real nostrils and some might wonder why he’s got his hand like that in his swimming trousers.
When the elevator hit the party loud, it hit the fortieth floor. It was full of water, the swimming pool, but that was just a tiny corner. Look at all the exotic plants, the finger trees that towered heavenward, the elbow bushes by the bushel and the knee hedges trimmed into faces.
Also in the former elevator swimming pool were Crazy the Nick and his first Mate Marleen, but they didn’t have a boat for their bodies made them float, and they had a few of their arms, but their guns they were not firing, they just said they were here for the party but when Cyclops said “house,” they just hadn’t a clue.
“I like to swim up here and all, but I just want my TV small, I want to see in and be in my living room so I can watch the TV soon,” and he didn’t say it but they probably knew, but the reason for his seeing, for his wanting to seeing, was to follow the career of one Dingy Bahsome, for oh, they were so separated, and oh, for so so long.
And Crazy the Nick just wanted his sea legs, he didn’t want to see legs, he just wanted to float. And Marleen was floating, was floating by all evening, was thinking about the hot lights and the spotlights and the wet.
And also in the pool and in trunks and in swimming were Lon Lonson and Squirts, but they were in a shallow part of the deep pool, they were in the elewader.
“Hello, Cyclops, did you get that permit?” said Lon Lonson up to his knees in wading water, and he was willing to wade and he was willing to wait but he wanted to way, he was the Mayor after all.
“I’m just trying to find my living room,” said Cyclops of the carrot nose, and he just dove under to miss the interrogation.
He swam that he am, he swimmed and was him, he hid his new face because it was in the wrong place, but lap after lap and no couch for a sit or a nap. No living room at all did he see, from swimming sea to shining swimming sea.
“I see you are a him,” said Marleen, but she was only stating the obvious. “Don’t you like the rising water of the elevator pool?”
But Cyclops was just a living room fool.
He found the stack of towels, and he wiped his head and feet. He looked up at the party, but he couldn’t find a seat. He couldn’t find the TV tray, the carpet on the floor, the party looked like so much fun, but he was such a bore.
Then there was a scratch and a catch of sound. Then the small holes on the ceilings and walls made a speak as of steel. Cyclops looked up and he then looked around. His head eyes and ears were still following the sound.
Through the loudspeaker comes a voice: “The speaker of honor will speak before long.”
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