I'm writing a book about glue.

setup: I’m writing a book about glue.

[BILL] qua horse and equine right activist The atrocities that our people have suffered under the yoke of men is not only found in the whip.

(([Shakes], [Manyfeek], [KayCEE] sitting in audience))

[BILL] standing at podium, as slide show projects behind. Not only the whip, and the hobble, and the reins, and the feed bag. Yes, even the feed bag.

(([Shakes], [Manyfeek], [KayCEE] murmuring their approval))

[BILL] as slide changes to picture of Elmer’s Glue No, I’m talking about their final, true purpose for us all. Yes, adhesives!

(([Shakes], [Manyfeek], [KayCEE] horses all. neighing loudly))

[BILL] as slide changes to picture of sticky mess Mankind’s thirst for putting paper together and not letting it come apart easily is only quenched by the slow drying moans of my people’s suffering that is embedded in this silken, sticky TRAVESTY!!

(([Shakes], [Manyfeek], [KayCEE] horses all. galloping in circles. raising up on back legs))

[BILL] qua horse leader! THROW DOWN THE BRIDLE! THROW DOWN THE FOUL BIT! We charge Elmer’s TONIGHT!

punchline: But I’m stuck on the first chapter.