Twin Kick Hell: Football Shields

Siblings parted and different come to some terms of sanity for fate, even if not ideal, for an American Homeland frailty 'image' of football, crime, and (spiritual) jigsaws.

A terrorism fiction. 

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AMLAN: I recount our youth; we've photos of turns of sitting with mom (babies).

AJAY: We're twins, yes; but we've chosen different paths to Heaven and for Hell.

AMLAN: I have my optimistic doubts you're not turning to terrorism adult years.

AJAY: I'll keep one of those photos of us as baby-twins I still have in an album, ok?

AMLAN: I appreciate the candor of sibling trust, veiled for a photo-IQ for chaos!

AJAY: Hey, you need not predict what I'll do from those baby-twin photo sits, ok?

AMLAN: Fair for fare, Mr. Ajay Satan, my Slovak-Asian mixed-blood baby-twin, ha.

AJAY: Good luck, Mr. Amlan Satan, my Catholic baby-twin (Facebook-like!).

Of course, Officer Amlan Satan, American Homeland immigrant/citizen/cop, didn't predict his estranged/parted twin (brother), Ajay Satan, had become the veiled/unknown antisocial football fields super-terrorist known as the Wasp; and Wasp offered insidious message-words of anti-optimism for Western (American) football capitalism nihilism and Super Bowl TV-ad vanities cynicism and free-trade/agency exploitation/profit paranoia-hyperbole, insisting football trading cards for kids/teens had become a 'billboard-fiction' for promotion of outright 'overground' terrorist-strikes against public/TV football displays (Facebook-like!).

AJAY: I'm not an alien, Officer Satan.

AMLAN: I don't know who you are, but I've the instinct to think you're from Mars.

AJAY: A Martian lands on Earth to make bad jars of anarchy for football, for you?

AMLAN: I'm no stranger to estrangement from fellow-man...my brother (i.e.).

AJAY: Well, I'm not from Mars here for some human-wide message of frailty, ha.

AMLAN: Maybe you're (just) my twin/brother (Ajay Satan), hmmm.

AJAY: Doesn't matter, my ID; this strike in New Orleans for bad English is mine!

AMLAN: We've a great football/media scheduled event in Louisiana, bad-guy.

AJAY: Catch me if you can (Facebook-like).

It turned out that Ajay Satan plotted to kidnap an American football field(s) cheerleader (Mr. Shelbye Cruise) from a New Orleans sportsmanship-windows media 'culture' event; such shockwave-consciousness made revealed to the public, and to fans of Officer Satan, the media-hoisted 'Captain America' of New Orleans traffic/sanity, why Amlan joked the veiled Wasp (super-terrorist) was hypothesized to be an invader/prowling Martian (alien being!) seeking to unfurl some Earth world frailties of capitalism/lifestyle veal (wow).

AMLAN: How'd I catch you, brother?

AJAY: Aha, you recounted those old baby-twin studio-photo sits with us in-turn.

AMLAN: Mom/dad liked classic photos of one of us with them, separately, in turns.

AJAY: They wanted each twin to feel, in-photo, that unique center-of-love, ha.

AMLAN: You snapped, brother...turned to the dark side.

AJAY: Star Wars fan I'm not, Officer Amlan Satan.

AMLAN: How'd I catch you, brother?

AJAY: You thought of us playing football video-games as teens...sensed a plan?

AMLAN: That's the truth (Facebook-like).

AJAY: You prevented my terrorist strike in Cajun-land, ok.

AMLAN: You'll get the criminal-insanity schedule (for treatments!) appropriate.

AJAY: Sure (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Twin-kick-hell; but football shields...Earth's ageless.

AJAY: Farewell (end of game).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)