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Great Buzzard Eli James IV · (06-04-2014)

Eli is still sitting with Michael in his room. They are watching, well Eli is really the only one watching it since Michael is unconscious, the Saturday Night Live skit featuring Will Ferrell and Christopher Walken. Eli laughs through the entire skit and enjoying the cute little jokes.

"The only cure is more cowbell. Heh. The only cure for some listeners to Theo, Mark, and Luca's words are deaf ears. They speak so much and bring so little. Cocaine and accomplishments. That's what they have to offer. Theo loves making me appear like I manipulate people. Heh. You seem so obsessed with making me out to be this guy in your vision and so obsessed with Peter Gilmour's name comin' from your mouth it makes me wonder are you even fit to be here?

Ya come with some sort of smart punch line and we wait for the magic name of Peter Gilmour to come from your mouth. It seems it's a lot of what you think about. Every promo. Every match. You have somethin' about Peter. Your mind is just weak, Theo. You perceive me as a a man to manipulate people to do what I want.

I present my message. If someone sees the light and follows it.. that simply means they have seen the truth and are willing to follow. Nothing more and nothing less. It's really simple. I present. They believe and accept. We move forward together.

We're not so different Theo. You'd like to think we are because the thought of you being anything like Eli James probably turns your stomach. You presented your idea.. your concept.. your aim and a group decided to follow you into battle to defend that. Isn't that part of the reason you don't like me so much that I mess with minds? ... As you say.

I'm not complicated, but I am. I am a mystery with plain truth written all over. I am a small vessel with the universe inside. I am limited and limitless. I am the question and I am the answer. I am the dry ground and the ocean. I am the night and the day.

Everyone has tried to figure out the puzzle. We've been through all what I've been called and associated with. I don't need to go there again. Now we sit in the moment of reality.

The gold metal statue sits outside your home. He waits to be commanded by his leader. You melt him and turn him in for the value of the almighty dollar. I see value where he stands. I tell him to march and go through war. Tell me, Theo, which is better? If his destiny was to die... which is honor and which is the coward way? You see value when he's gone. I see value when he's here. You melt him and that's his purpose. I send him into battle to fight for a cause and that's his purpose.

Ya see, Theo.. I give meaning. There's no persuasive words that lure people to that. Everyone wants meaning. Everyone wants their life to be of purpose. You use them for your value and let them go away. Did ya ever go after Mystica when he left your team or just toss your hands up and move on? When Nero decided to leave your team... did you just let it go or try to answer the question 'why'?

I welcomed the weak and gave them an opportunity.

You spit them out like trash.

I drank the water first to test if its clean.

You wait for a company to test it and purify it so you don't get your mouth dirty.

We have a lot of similarities... but where we are different.. we are very much.

The mind is a terrible thing to waste and so are words. Each time you use both they seem hollow and empty. What value do you bring to this Earth? Money? Is that the legacy the great Theo Pryce is going to leave the people with? Green paper that can burn up in an instant? The value of it changes so much.. what you leave may seem like millions now but later it could be a hundred. Is that what you are going to leave Theo? Tell me there's more to you than meets the eye.

I'll let you in on a little secret. There's not. What ya see is what you get with Theo Pryce, Mark Flynn, and Luca Arzegotti.

Ya cut the grass in the summer and that's it. Not much to it besides pushing a mower across the field and let the blade do all the work. Just like that the job is done. Sure, it returns but only for a season. It will die. It's just grass. What ya see is what ya get.

You may think the more talkin' ya do the more we'll listen. A man who has many words will be ignored; a man who has few words will be sought.

I understand the comeback already. I hear it in your head as soon as the last word left my mouth. "Eli talks a lot." Do I? Hehehe.
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[color=#696969]Eli glances at Michael. Eli touches his forehead and starts whispering something under his breath. For the first time in months.. Michael slowly starts to move. The machines alert the nurses and they rush in to check. He's waking up. A couple of doctors who have watched Michael's state walk in. Everyone is in disbelief as they all look at Eli with a smile on his face.

"Sir? We were told you had your hand on his head? What happened?"

Eli closes his eyes and just lets silence grow across the room. His eyes open and he just keeps his attention on Michael.

"Do you believe in miracles? Do you believe that truth will set you free?"

"Perhaps not the same as you would think. I'm not a religious man."

"I'm probably not religious either. I'm a speaker of truth. If you call it a religion, then I guess I would be religious."

"So what happened here?"

"Life. Life was given."

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean.."

"Not everything in this world is meant to be understood. Just accept the change. Everyone is now a witness that Eli James gave the boy life... and doctors.... you're so smart...."

Eli is watching the nurses and other doctor tend to Michael while the other is having this conversation with Eli. They are replacing bags with different medicine and changing several things.

"You all think you have all the answers. Let this be the riddle to your question. I give life. His life is on my hands. You.. hehe.. you give death. His death is on yours."

Just as Eli spoke those words... the boys heart stops working. They are freaking out and trying to revive him. The one doctor, while trying to help, cannot take his eyes off Eli. Eli places his hat back on his head while smiling and laughing under his breath. Eli stands up and looks at them trying to work so hard at saving Michael's life.

"Remember. You are the smart ones. Heh.

They all think they're so smart until it hits them.

Doctors.. Nurses... listen to me....

You all have a disease. You all have a fever. You are not well.

The only prescription ya need is...

More cowbell... hehehehehe."

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