The locals are getting restless...They want action.

To trade or not to trade. That is the question.

The chanting is becoming louder and louder.

The horde is yelling... MRS: release her.

The drums are beating feverishly... Where is BoBo the clown.

The folks at AG have chased him, out of town.

The locals are getting desperate...trading by end of December

Someone yelled. To MRS: who pays you, remember.