Wasteland Boogie

"You prefer to boggie or are you a blues kind of gal? Boogie-Oogie get down, all around town! Swing- Swing- Swing baby straight into hell-YOOW!"

"Huh? What kind of question is that? Damn fool...", Thomas rolled his eyes and breathed out a sigh, confused.

His friend's mechanical voice sang out over the red dawn. Plumes of smoke carried by brutal winds clogged the air, and piles of debris littered the streets.

Chaos was everywhere.

Thomas turned to Juke and stared. He was stuttering again.

"Come on man, keep it together."

"Boogie [screech] Ooooogie..."

"Please... stay with me, buddy."