"<i><span style="color: #ff99cc">Laaa la da, da da daaa, laaa la daaa, da daaa, da daaa...</span></i>"<br/><br/>In one of Agatha's hands she cradled two raw chicken eggs. After humming a soft tune to herself, she popped an egg into her mouth and gave it a sickening crunch as she chewed it up, shell and all. She swallowed it down, and continued on her leisurely stroll along the fairgrounds when she heard Izzy and Enzo bickering at each other; it sounded like they were at odds over what they should be named. The other egg was almost dropped when she jumped at Izzy finally coming to a yell. Approaching carefully, Agatha meekly said, "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Enzo, Italy is headed by the dictator Benito Mussolini, and has sided with the Axis powers. He and Hitler are rather well-acquainted, so nearly anything and everything Italian is going to be shunned by the populace.</span>"<br/><br/>The second egg went to her mouth. More crunching. Gulping it down and clearing her throat, Agatha gave the idea of a new name some thought. "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Well, we could make tribute to our old group and call it 'Cirque du Diesel', to keep up with the changes the world has been making. Another name we could go with...</span>" she said as a forefinger and thumb went to her chin in contemplation.<br/><br/>Her black eyes glittered a bit as they widened at a revelation. "<span style="color: #ff99cc">Maybe we could go with 'Interesting Times'? After all, the times <i>are</i> nothing if not interesting.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>