Philip K Poe and Motley Howe were on the flag pole. Their long hair floated in the wind. They attached a banner to the top of the pole. "Oil for the loyal smears our rivers with the guts of baby seals and spreads fiber glass throughout our air". This message hung in bold freedom for awhile, the two men had already mounted their supped up mop-heads that run on kelp and had sped off out of harm's way. The Invisible hand slapped the offensive sign away some hours later, but many people had seen it before they passed by in thier car cages. The banner floated down into the ditch beside other debree of society. A rash of rational acts where commited all accross town that day, a bad day for the bad.