Katana-pulle was a worried man after he heard on the local grapevine Thonda and Hack-eem were to back Ra-kneel. So he rushed across the Palk Straits to consult with the anjanam eliya types. Their predictions did not make life any easier — for it was a subdued Katana-pulle that appeared on the selacine thereafter. Oh well... The planets do, do a somersault sometimes don’t they now, dear boy?

Siri-parlour also went and put his big flat feet squarely in his mouth. For he told Thonda and crowd that if the Clown Prince were to walk the same platform as the Pee Em and address the masses he, Siri-parlour would not be able to utter a word. For the others among the blues would jeer the Clown he said. And Thonda could only grimace, making up his mind pronto that with this kind of politics at play within the blue camp he would be better off with the aliya types. Ouch!

Ole Somay is in a right royal froth these days. For Wee-flower went and told the git to take off somewhere across the deep blue seas and keep his trap shut until the dust settles on his having told the armed kind to take a walk. Somay saw red and yelled at Wee-flower to go take a hike himself calling him a podian what not, shouting, "You wanna dance to their tune, do so but not me I say!" My, my... Temper, temper eh?

And tempers are sure rising among the blue camp. For some of those that call themselves the seniors went and complained to Ma-hinder that portraying Mangy and Wee-flower as official campaign spokesmen is an underhand move to seat Mangy in the premier’s post if Ma-hinder is named prez. The Pee Em could only nod. His bother anyways these days is not the pee em’s post, what?