Dylan turns Dumbo The College speech by Sir Chuck

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As part of the three months training period in the lifer slave camp, it had become customary for any ex-college lifer to be made to talk about his experience in that same college where he used to flirt and play it cool. Dylan remembered well poor Pete and Maurice on the stage of the main college hall. Two sobbing freaks having to answer each and every question thrown at them by that gleeful sea of students.

As always in the case of such talks, the hall was jammed full with wide eyed students. This time it wasn’t Pete or Maurice. Five hundred pairs of eyes waiting impatiently to get their first glimpse of the new lifer. Lifer 12/12/25, alias Dylan Jones. Each student entering the hall could not miss him: Perched on a high stool like a trophy, each student gawked at the poor lifer from bald head to camp issue flip flop-clad toes. Wearing a faded orange prison jumpsuit with the only design on it being the huge black digits making up the lifer slave’s name. 12/15/25L showed so big on poor Dylan’s suit that it could easily be read by anyone at the far end of the hall.

Then, of course, there were the chains. No lifer was allowed near free people without wearing the appropriate shackles: a steel neck collar, with two chains attached to it going down the poor lifer’s chest and back. The back chain attached to handcuffs which cuffed his hands at the back. The front chain which went around the poor lifer’s waist, attached to the back chain. A third chain then attached the handcuffs to heavy ankle shackles. As if 12/15/25L could make a run for it and escape. As if anyone in the audience had the remotest wish of helping a lifer go awol.

Any slight chance for poor 12/15/25L to keep a shred of self-pride and dignity while addressing the sea of wide-eyed students facing him was lost when the young lifer officer did what Dylan must have known was standard practice: hauling the poor lifer up the stairs leading to the stage by an ear. Ten steps of total, utter shame. Ten steps which a beaming, self-confident Peter Jones had- only weeks before - mounted to receive yet another basketball medal. Never in a million years did Peter imagine he would be mounting up those steps as a lifer slave, tugged along by an ear. WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was that same ear that had already endured six months of pulling. Of tugging. Of twisting. Now sticking out of the poor lifer’s shaved skull like a sail in full wind, it was perpetually sore. Permanently red. Always expecting to be grabbed, twisted and pulled. A dumbo ear.

And then huge bursts of laughter as the desperate lifer was ear-dragged to center stage. Finally, placing his big hand on 12/15/25L’s bald skull, the young officer addressed the sea students:

‘LIFER 12/15/25 was a student just like you guys. Cool as cool can be. But did he follow the rules? No, he didn’t. And bad boys can be recognized. How? I ask you...YOU GUYS TELL ME!!!

BY THE EARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BY THE EARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A chorus of strong male student voices shouts back

The smiling officer then introduced poor, trembling 12/15/25L by saying... ’and with that I will leave you to hear what this DUMBO has to say to you guys.’

When, finally the laughter somewhat subsided, poor 12/15/25L plucked up some courage to start his speech, his heavy chains clanging at his slightest movement

‘hhhi all....I mean..ladies and gentlemen....’ More laughs as the audience hears him address them in that formal ways...

‘C’MON DUMBO CUT THE CRAP N COME STRAIGHT TO THE POINT!!!!!!’

‘I...I...’ a beet-red faced 12/15/25L continues saying... ‘I had it all...I was popular, had money, good family n all.... many of you guys ... um ssorry I mmean gentlemen admired my gym toned looks ... my awesome basketball skills.... I...sob...sob...I...threw that all away!

JUST TELL US WHAT HAPPENED DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I ... I tried to cheat during the math exam. I mean it’s what mmost guys here do... As he said that 12/15/25L managed a slight smile, forgetting for just a flash, his present status.

Bill Johnson, Dylan’s main competitor during hard workout session was quick to pounce on that momentary weakness of the poor lifer ...

SO LETS GET THIS STRAIGHT DUMBO. YOURE SAYING WE GUYS ARE ALL CHEATS RIGHT??

Bill’s shouted statement was immediately followed by a crescendo of strong hostile boys’ voices shouting DUMBO!!!! DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poor 12/15/25L realized his mistake in a flash ...

‘NNo...ppplease Bill you kknow I didnt mean it that wway!’

HOW DID YOU MEAN IT THEN DUMBO?

Shouted out Cameron Green, another gym bully whom Dylan had once humiliated in front of a girl.

‘I...I..I mmean what I wwanted to ssay was ... but at that point Dylan just broke out crying....ggguyyz .... PPLEZE GGUYZS U GGOT NO IDEA WWHAT IT MMEANS TO BE A LLIFER GGUYZZ!!!!!!!!

We want an apology...shouted someone from the floor. A lone shout that soon turned into a chorus of APOLOGIZE DUMBO!!!!

APOLOGIZE DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

APOLOGIZE DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘I .... I .... was all a totally panic-stricken 12/15/25L could say before the lifer officer was on him, hanging up the poor lifer by his ear. With his toes hardly touching the stage floor, he uttered ‘I..I... PPOLOGIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

PUNISH DUMBO!!!!

PUNISH DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PUNISH DUMBO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was what the beaming young officer was waiting for. ‘You two guys who corrected Dumbo here...your names please?

‘I’m Bill!!!’

‘I’m Cam!!!’

Please get on the stage guys, Dumbo here will apologize to you personally.

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