The stage was obliterated by a colossal foot, scaled and clawed and big as a boxcar. It was followed immediately by a cascade of fabric falling like a collapsed circus tent all around, the impact sending a billow of dust and wreckage rushing out in every direction. Another foot, just like the first, came down with the sound of a great drum magnified a million-fold. It was joined in rapid succession by four more, equally huge but clad instead in thick fur. The stadium as well as most of the city rocked and shuddered as the mighty feet rose and fell, crashing and stomping and thundering while tiny people scrambled to get out from underneath. Some made it; most did not.

The pounding lasted for five of the longest seconds in recorded history, and then jolted to a halt. A final wave of dust surged upward and outward as six circus tents flopped to the ground, leaving behind the sort of unnerving silence that television producers loathe, although this time even they were too stunned to voice a complaint.

The feed from the many cameras shook, blurred, then focused and began to pan upward. Up, almost hesitantly, along six towering columns of sequin-and-shiny-rivet decorated cloth that each could have draped a twelve-story building. Higher, beyond where the columns joined, to three lean and youthful torsos, two rippled and firm while the other was curved and delicate. Higher, at last, to three sets of astonished, inhuman eyes.

Despite the size of the crowd not one person made a sound, until somewhere a bewildered voice whispered into a forgotten and open microphone, "What the fuck is this? The Chinese Zodiac?"

It was an unplanned but nearly accurate description. The largest, with scales and horns and fins, could well have been a dragon. It was he who had destroyed the stage, although it seemed at the time that he had not even noticed. Clinging to his arm was doubtless a rabbit, her ears standing high, her dollop of a tail dusting nervously over the waist of billowing, gaily-ornamented slacks. To complete the impression the third should have been a tiger, but while he was certainly a cat he was not orange but gray, not striped but spotted, and his fur was so immensely thick that would he have gotten wet he might indeed have shrunk to the size of a man. Behind him a tail as wide as a blimp lashed about in alarm, and his face was as dumbstruck as the others' as he gaped down at the tiny people gathered about.

Flawed though it might have been, the pronunciation woke the crowd from their stunned silence. Flashbulbs winked in a starfield from one end of the stadium to the other. Television cameras swept and bobbed as orders rang in the headphones of the operators. The three giants stood motionless, then all at once they turned to face one another and huddled close. As they spoke together they cast frequent, apprehensive glances at the surrounding crowd, whose curiosity had led them to pile onto the field where the security crew had their hands full trying to maintain a perimeter. Microphone booms stretched to catch even a single word from above, but all that reached them was a rolling thunder of voices far too massive, far too deep for the human ear to comprehend.

Dragon's tail was the first to stop its agitated lashing. Cat's followed soon after, but dainty Bunny's was still twitching when Dragon turned away from his companions and took a single, slow step forward. The crowd squealed and retreated as the shadow of his long toes fell upon them, but there were no casualties this time when his foot came down, landing with a low and echoing boom and sinking a yard deep into the field. The hem of his trouser leg fell with a flop, then rode up again as he settled carefully down on one knee. The crowd fell back further as he leaned forward. The stadium lights glittered in merry patterns off of his shirtless torso. Slowly he lowered his hand, laying it palm-up at the head of the crowd, and there he waited.

Almost immediately the entire stadium burst into raucous applause from an audience so excited that most seemed to forget that they had just watched people die. Overwhelmed, the security guards were trampled by the rush as hundreds pushed forward, grappling with one another in a rude game of king-of-the-hill as each tried to be the first to scramble up into that waiting palm. This was far beyond anything any of them would have imagined. Instead of dragging cold and anonymous trinkets from beyond the veil, science had given them living, breathing -- albeit very large -- beings from another world. Euphoria swept the cheering throng like fire, strangers hugging one another, save for those trying to take their neighbor's place on Dragon's hand. No one paid attention to Cat as he tugged at the front of his trousers and leaned in to whisper into Bunny's lengthy ear; nor did they notice her giggling reply. Some clung to thick fingers and eventually fell as Dragon's hand rose into the air, but it hardly seem to matter. The rest gazed up in rapture at the approaching yellow eyes, and as they drew nearer they raised their arms in worshipful greeting. Tears of joy streamed down their faces as they met the gaze of the most fantastic being to grace this world since Jehovah. Other worlds indeed were real! Mankind was not alone! At long last, contact had been made! Someone began to sing reverently; others joined in, and the song continued right up until Dragon opened his mouth wide and clapped his hand up against his lips.

Silence fell over the stadium, so quiet that the sound of Dragon swallowing seemed as loud as cannon fire. The low gulp was accompanied by a great round lump rolling down the length of Dragon's throat, all the way to his chest where it vanished. Dragon's mouth opened again, empty now. A long tongue swept out, displaying a round and shining ball that clicked noisily over picket teeth as he licked his chops.

Cat's laughter thundered through the stadium, and even Bunny laughed, too, followed immediately by the screech of thousands of voices all raised at once. The crowd, who moments ago had been embracing one another and dancing for joy, now turned into a boiling, pushing mass of terrified humanity all struggling to remember which exit was nearest. The cameras on the ground were jarred by the panic and useless. Those on booms that managed to avoid being toppled swung this way and that, lost and bewildered, until a few focused on Cat, who was crouching and reaching downward. In a network exclusive, viewers at home got to see the fluffy and gigantic hand sweep through the crowd, scooping up what must have been a hundred kicking bodies. Rising, he once again tugged and adjusted his trousers before he hoisted his captives up and tossed them glibly into his mouth. Millions watched in dreadful close-up high-definition as Cat's jaw worked, slowly pushing a big lump from one cheek to the other and back again, and then with a sly smirk in Bunny's direction he opened his mouth and showed off the whole pile wriggling on his tongue and scrambling over his own gleaming stud. Bunny made a face and stuck her tongue out, then turned and swept a leg over the rim of the stadium. Helicopters' electronic eyes followed her across the parking lot, where at first she minced and tiptoed and staggered, but after she realized that there was simply not any way to avoid staining her paws on the swarming humanity, she gave up and simply trampled heavily over their soft little forms.

Chuckling, Cat spat the mouthful into his hand and shoved them into his pocket for later, then he turned his attention back to the crowd below. The grin on his face was horrible, filled with teeth and mischief. It was captured on tape by a cameraman who would later win a posthumous Halderman Medal. Cat's body loomed while rushing figures flashed past the edges of the shot. Very slowly he raised a foot, and just as slowly swung it into view. It filled the frame, the black pads on its underside growing steadily larger until there was nothing else. It was only the first of many such images that would be saved for posterity, but it was the last in which the bottom of that great paw would be free of human remains.

Dragon laughed an earthquake-rumble while Cat gleefully set about massacring the people still trapped on the field, then shaking his head, he lifted a leg over the stadium's rim as Bunny had. His heel caught the top of the wall and crumbled it but he paid no attention as he stepped out into the parking lot. The reporters who had been too slow to go after Bunny found themselves given a second chance. They beamed back crisp images of the big clawed feet smashing cars into foil which was swept up and sent flipping through the air by the brush of Dragon's pant legs. Alas, all of that footage was taken from behind; the cameramen were not at all eager to get in front of the giant, not with the gruesome aftermath they witnessed of the people who had not gotten out of his way in time. Instead they followed him, swerving past deep footprints and overturned vehicles while hastily-gathered experts argued and opined from inset boxes over his motivations. One after the other they piped up and tried to out-talk one another, even though they were largely ignored by the viewing public who pressed their noses to their screens and watched as Dragon strode through the streets, his footfalls straining the microphones with a BOOMthud-BOOMthud-BOOMthud cadence, stepping callously on cars and human beings alike, until he reached the city's main bus station. There, as people poured in howling streams from every exit, Dragon leaped into the very center of the terminal and began stamping his feet with powerful, determined blows. A cloud of debris surged up and obscured the cameras' view for a full minute; when finally it cleared Dragon had crossed the street, kicking through the elevated rails and twisting his body to sweep entire train cars off of their tracks. Then he turned his attention to the subway entrances, following them from block to block and methodically collapsing them beneath his feet. The experts had a hundred different opinions on this, although strangely enough not one of them concluded that Dragon might be deliberately destroying the city's primary means of evacuation.

Bunny, on the other hand, seemed hardly to notice the people as she wandered through the city, at least at first. Ignoring even the news helicopters that buzzed and circled overhead, she strolled from one block to another, peering into buildings, occasionally stopping to pick up something shiny like a mailbox or a bicycle, then quickly losing interest and tossing it away. At one point, though, she quickened her lazy pace and chased down a bright red sports car whose driver had charged thoughtlessly from an underground garage directly into her path. She snatched it from the street and shook its shrieking occupants out before sliding it down into her pocket. It brought a smile to her face, and somehow piqued her interest in the populace who had previously needed only to worry about staying out of her way, but who had now gained a new fascination for her. She bent and began to pluck individuals from the crowd, squinting at them, turning them over and over, sniffing them, then eventually dropping them and reaching for more. After a few disappointments she seemed to find what she was looking for: a bicyclist in a garish and almost blindingly bright body suit. His legs continued to spin as though riding for his life even as he was hoisted high into the air. She smiled and churred thunderously at him. Gripping him as carefully as she could between two fingers, Bunny reached with her other hand to unclasp one of several great metal rings in her ear. Squinting one eye and poking her tongue between her lips, she opened the ring and gingerly impaled the little man upon the ring, then fastened it again in her ear. Whether the metal had been stuck through the fabric of his suit or through his shoulder would remain an unsettled debate since his body would never be recovered, but in all subsequent footage of Bunny his colorful limbs could be seen flapping and kicking in a constant dance against the base of her ear.

A distant roar sent the helicopter lenses panning frantically and zooming out. Dragon stood nearby, grinning and casually leaning against a building whose facade cracked and crumbled beneath the weight of his shoulder. The camera trucks that had been pursuing him skidded to a halt just in time to catch Bunny's booming reply, which she delivered with a coquettish flip of her hair that showed off her latest accessory. They exchanged a few more words that would defy months of effort at translation, but which left Bunny giggling and covering her mouth with one hand. She turned her face away, but not her eyes; her face might have been shy, but her eyes were not.

Dragon stood up straight and started to slink toward her while eight networks simultaneously broadcast the deaths of hundreds of people who had been trapped and now huddled in the street between the two. BOOMthud-BOOMthud-BOOMthud. Halfway along he paused and crouched to seize a stalled city bus front-and-back between his hands. Standing majestically, he raised it to his midsection and began to press inward. Bare chest bulging, shoulders tensing, he crumpled the bus like an accordion and leered at Bunny, who warbled her approval of the display of his strength with a lick of her lips.

Another short discussion, another BOOMthud, dozens more deaths, and it was Dragon's turn to stoop and to pick one of the people from the crowd, which trapped between Bunny's large paws and those of the approaching reptile was becoming increasingly compacted. He had selected a young woman, or so it seemed -- he or she would never be identified -- in a tight and brilliantly yellow T-shirt. He rumbled something to Bunny and clicked his metal tongue-stud over his teeth, at which point to the horror of network executives everywhere Bunny crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged deftly out of the halter top that had been the only garment above her waist. In homes and pubs and appliance stores worldwide a collective gasp went up as the cameras zoomed in on the giant lapine's bare breasts. The view focused and lingered. The sheer newsworthiness of the spectacular invasion had left no room for prudes.

Dragon's eyes locked in just as hard as the cameras did. He rolled his shoulders, flexing his muscles grandly, then closed the distance between them, stepping on hundreds more people like ants. His fingers, despite the apparent clumsiness of his claws, worked with surprising dexterity at Bunny's left nipple, and when they moved away the cameras revealed the yellow-clad figure crucified by a gold bar that pierced through both Bunny's nipple and the arms of the captive's shirt The operators tried but could not get a clear image of the poor woman's face since every time she kicked she would send a shudder through Bunny's gigantic body that would set the whole breast swaying.

Down below, those who had managed to avoid Dragon's tread were now streaming behind him in a fanning wave that was parted by a single news van whose driver bravely ran his vehicle right up between Dragon's feet. The camera panned upward, providing the world at large a fantastic (and another award-winning) view in sharp perspective, capturing the moment just as Dragon fastened the latest human bauble on his lady-friend, the reporter inside babbling a shrill commentary even as Bunny reached down to unfasten Dragon's trousers. Tons of fabric suddenly collapsed toward the camera. The scene went black, even though the reporter's frantic chattering went on for several seconds before the feed was abruptly lost. It was up to the circling helicopters to fill in the detail of dragon lifting his feet to step out of his pants, left foot coming down on the squarish lump that was the news van and casually pressing it flat.

Now the censors were beginning to take notice, even though no one paid any heed to them; they were too busy gawking at the sight of Dragon's colossal erection vanishing into Bunny's mouth. Hands on his hips she rocked slowly to and fro, lips sliding along the glistening length, making it appear and reappear hypnotically. People who had been buried and had managed not to be crushed beneath the acres of trouser began to squirm free. Some, perhaps too stunned to do anything else, simply stood gaping upward, and would lose their lives when Dragon eased Bunny's mouth off of his penis and then gently nudged her onto her back. In a single deft motion he tugged her trousers down and off and tossed them away, and then he knelt between her knees with a leer whose meaning, despite the alien appearance of his muzzle, could not be mistaken.

People were still stumbling away. One commentator likened the scene to the crash of the Hindenburg where crewmen were seen racing away from the enormous bulk of the airship as it hit the ground, and then he interrupted himself with a blurted "Holy shit!" when Dragon leaned over and lowered his head toward the runners. His jaws parted; a long black tongue shot forth, silver stud flashing, and whipped around three of the fugitives like a hungry snake. He lifted his head and carried them, clustered together and kicking madly, down between Bunny's legs. Alarmed, Bunny sat up and tried to push his head away, but Dragon stood firm. His breath ruffled the fur of her thighs as he thrust his tongue forward, the three screeching captives and the silver stud disappearing all at once inside.

Bunny, with one fist cocked back ready to swat Dragon a good one, suddenly dropped her hand and fell back with a bone-rattling groan. The look of disgust on her face lingered for a few seconds but quickly faded while dragon's nimble tongue worked itself within her. He watched her closely, his eyes half-lidded and smug, while his tongue slid languidly in and out; before he withdrew it he pressed his lips against her more tender ones, obscuring the view and leaving it maddeningly unclear where the hapless three had ended up. The debate was already raging on the Internet while Dragon crawled forward, crooning down at the uncomplaining Bunny, and settled himself heavily atop her. Reporters, peeking from nearby skyscraper windows stammered and struggled to find the right words to describe the sound that was made as he ground his thick penis into her.

In Tokyo, an estimated ten thousand people watched the massive bodies thrust and gyrate against one another on an enormous electronic display. Many of the women flushed and covered their mouths; none of the men thought to look away. Coincidentally, the birth rate in Tokyo rose twelve and a half percent the following year.

As much as the lurid multi-angle coverage of the mating giants annoyed the censors, the footage captured by the sole surviving cameraman at street level gave them fits. He had been on foot, caught with the rest of the crowd between Bunny and Dragon, and his feed had gone dark too when Dragon's trousers had dropped. So intent were his directors on the gargantuan sex-show that at first they did not notice that the feed had come back online, but once they realized that they had a street-level scoop they quickly ran it as an inset. The scene played along the vast scaly wall of Dragon's leg, and then swept away and began bouncing along behind the fleeing survivors. Calls to swing back to the scale-on-fur action were ignored, either the cameraman's headphones or his nerve having been broken. The bosses decided, though, that the lurching images of the retreating crowd were a good counterpoint to the grotesque scene that the people were trying to escape.

Moments later the bouncing stopped, and so did the wild exodus. The camera zoomed out to show that the street ahead was blocked by a wall of dented and mangled cars that had been piled five and six high across the entire width of the street. Here and there was a limp and motionless arm dangling from a shattered window. The surging crowd piled up against it, groping, confused, pushing back against those who were slow to grasp what they were up against.

A dull boom made the image jiggle for a second. The car pile lurched, one of the vehicles toppling out of sight behind. The people swayed and stumbled and held their hands up and grabbed at one another for balance. There was another boom, then a singular scream from every throat at once as an immense, padded paw swept over the top of the cars and landed in the thick of the crowd. Those underneath it were shoved roughly down, compressed, and then there was just a row of broad toes with a river of blood pouring from beneath them. Another paw crashed down nearby, leaving a small army of people trapped between. They cowered, screaming in terror that lasted only a few short seconds before something unbelievably enormous and furry sat on them.

The camera became perfectly motionless, almost as though it had been set on a tripod, even though the cameraman had no such equipment available. Above the crashing and shrieking his voice could be heard chanting a mantra of "Oh god oh god oh god." Cat, having grown tired of his earlier amusement, had shed his trousers, a bit of which could be seen draped over a hotel in the distance. An erection as black as iron and as big as a bus nearly filled the screen. The cameraman's mantra quickened, its pitch rising. People started to rush away, only to be caught by a gigantic and fluffy hand and scooped backward and squeezed against equally gigantic and equally fluffy testicles. A sound like a mufflerless tractor drowned out the cries as a second hand came down and gathered up more people like a handful of pebbles, then lifted them and clasped them rudely against the mighty erection. Up and down, up and down, pausing only to reach for more when the bodies of the first batch began to come apart, then up and down, faster and faster, even the cameraman's "oh god oh god" lost beneath the increasing hurricane-roar from above, until the immense organ was pushed downward, aimed, and the feed was lost again in a blast of white.

Dragon's roar of pleasure shattered windows over a four-block area, sent the nearest helicopter wavering and careening before the pilot managed to regain control, and blew out the audio on three of the eavesdropping cameras. The great scaly body relaxed. He let his head sag down and rested his chin on Bunny's shoulder while he panted and groaned. Bunny's breathing was deep as well, her eyes shut blissfully. Nearby Cat, in proper feline fashion, doubled himself over and licked himself clean of all the mess he'd made of his helpers. When he was finished he sat up and rumbled a query to Dragon, who, having gotten his wind back, slowly withdrew from Bunny with a kiss on her cheek and stood and stretched himself tall. Some of the cameras zoomed in on his bobbing, still-erect phallus, but quickly panned back out under furious orders from their distant superiors, not for fear of censors but fear of missing what might happen next.

Darkness was beginning to fall as Dragon turned and strode to where Cat was sprawled. He reached down and gripped Cat's hand and helped hoist the fluffy feline to his feet, and both of them stepped through a block of buildings -- through, not over, as though they were kicking through Autumn leaves -- and arrived on a wide and nearly empty street. Three of the helicopters followed, and were joined by two additional mobile units on the ground who had managed to fight their way through the rubble and footprints, and which now gave viewers a fantastic five-angle perspective as the two big males squatted and stared at the pavement. Cat's ears twisted forward, and with a grin he pointed downward, then leaned to his side and slapped a hand down hard on a subway entrance. Dragon did the same on the opposite side of the street, and then with his other hand he began to rake his claws into the pavement, gouging deep furrows and flinging car-sized chunks of concrete into the surrounding facades. Cat watched, tail lashing, and licked his whiskers hungrily. Breathless news anchors on every continent prayed aloud that what they were seeing was not happening. Dragon dug deeper, until his claws gripped something solid and with a mighty heave he dragged up a slab of concrete half the size of a football field. The circling helicopters helpfully shined their powerful spotlights down into the hole, where they illuminated hundreds of gaping, upturned faces. Dragon licked his lips too as he shoved the slab away. Both he and Cat grinned and reached eagerly down into the hole while the people below scrambled and pushed at one another and the helicopter cameras jockeyed for the best position to record the victims being captured.

No one was. Both of the giants' hands retreated. Confused, the camera operators panned back to the two males' faces, which looked equally confused and were turned to peer at something off in the distance. The cameras followed their gazes to reveal Bunny, who in the race to pursue Dragon and Cat had been completely ignored. She was standing now beside a squat cube of a building that stood waist-high to her. Colored lights were flashing on its roof, and as Dragon and Cat rose to their feet those lights were joined by green and red laser beams that jerked fitfully side to side. Bunny was barking and growling at them and gesturing urgently with one hand.

The helicopters were already hastening in that direction as the two males left their intended meal behind and made their way curiously toward Bunny. By the time the folks at home were able to get a clear view of what was happening, all three giants had surrounded the building, peering down with inquisitive expressions at a sight that left many an anchorperson mumbling "What the hell is this?" The rooftop, broad and flat and square, was in the throes of a colorful seizure from dozens of lights affixed to poles, some of which were still being fastened into place by frantic workmen. More and more lights were coming online by the second, illuminating the three towering onlookers with swirling rainbows and painting laser patterns across their naked chests. From a hatchway a gang of men was struggling with immense speakers that they were half-rolling, half-dragging into place.

Cat let out an ear-shattering laugh and sneered down at them. Spreading his stance, he reached down and gripped his thick black penis in one hand and aimed it scornfully at the workers on the rooftop, and there is no doubt that he would have followed through had Bunny not given him a good smack that left him blinking and rubbing ruefully at his cheek. She hurled some angry thunder at him that made him cringe and then bent down and stared, fascinated, at the activity below.

While the three watched along with most of the wired world, the speakers were pushed into place and cable was hurriedly strung. In the midst of the frenzy a small army of young people came stumbling out of an elevator shaft, young people bare to the waist and half tripping over bulky, oversized legwear, all festooned with shiny metal and tiny chemical glows that made them look like a swarm of fireflies. They were followed closely by armed men nudging with their weapons at the backs of the youngsters, who turned frightened stares from the gun barrels to the looming audience and then back again.

The speakers whispered something at first, and then began to blare out an awful cacophony that sounded as though someone had recorded gravel being poured onto a tin roof and then slowed the sound down a thousand times. The teenagers huddling together in the center of the roof held their ears tightly, but after a few angry gestures and the ominous cocking of weapons, they began to dance, slowly and shakily at first.

Bunny broke into a big-toothed grin that reflected all of the dazzle from below and immediately joined in, throwing up her arms and stamping her feet in a violent rhythm. Dragon laughed and joined as well, followed eventually by Cat. The three moved into a park that stretched in front of the building and within seconds had demolished it, smashing down the trees like blades of grass, pounding walkways and bridges into sand, reducing the koi ponds to mud. Censors at this point threw down their clipboards and resigned as millions of televisions the world over presented in the heart of prime time three naked titans swaying and gyrating and grinding against one another, huge fleshy appendages swinging and slapping in a lascivious display never before seen on any but the highest-numbered channels. The young people on the roof grew bolder at the sight and their dance grew more energetic, a few of them sobbing with relief as the gunmen finally lowered their weapons.

The song, if human ears could call it that, came to an end with a crashing of building-sized garbage can lids. The teens retreated to the far side of the rooftop as the giants, panting and moist and grinning enormously, approached the building once again. They were met by a lone figure garbed in very high-end business attire, who rushed forward clutching two long red glow-sticks which he waved in wide arcs as though he were guiding a jumbo jet in to land.

Dragon reached down and caught the man roughly between two fingers and hauled him up high. The world watched, breathless, waiting to see Dragon squash the puny man like a berry. Instead, he placed the wheezing figure into the palm of his other hand and stared at him closely. The man was momentarily transfixed, but after a few seconds he gathered his wits and began to sweep the glow sticks together in the direction of the building. Down there, he told the jumbo jet pilot,down there.

Dragon's eyes followed, as did the hovering cameras, and everyone saw a huge white drape being unfurled and rolling down the face of the building. It was covered with blocks of lettering, much of it filled with incomprehensible words like in perpetuity and party of the first part hereunto referred and cross-collateralization. Squinting, Dragon knelt down and brought the man close to the drape. Long, silent minutes passed as the man danced about in Dragon's palm, waving his glow sticks and making great sweeping gestures, pantomiming the meaning of each paragraph as Dragon's hand lowered him in stages from one to the next. When they reached the bottom Dragon stood and, even though it appeared he was being careful, still tipped the man off to a brutal landing on the roof. Dragon turned then to his companions, and the three spoke among themselves for a very long time while the world watched anxiously and even the anchorpersons were too afraid to make a sound.

Eventually the conversation ended. Dragon turned back to the building and squatted down in front of it, his nose very close to the little man with the sticks. He made a grunting noise that broke the remaining windows on the top three floors, then held forth a clawed finger which the man eagerly clasped between both hands.

A small group of men in coveralls shuffled forward, straining to carry with them what looked like a telephone pole whose sharpened tip had been dipped in tar. Dragon picked it up effortlessly, accidentally knocking a few of its bearers onto their rumps, and handed it politely to Bunny, who took it and bent down to make a scrawling mark at the base of the drape. She giggled and handed the pole to Cat, then stood suddenly, leaned over the roof, and quickly snatched up one of the young dancers. He squealed thinly while she cuddled and stroked him like a pet, as Cat crouched down to make his mark on the drape, followed at last by Dragon, whose mark was by far the largest and the boldest.

The growling "music" started again, and joined by the little teenagers and the slightly limping glow-stick man, the three giants started their lewd and wild dance anew. The legalities and liabilities would be settled later. The Broadcast Industry had entered at last into its new Golden Age.

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