A Call to Arms

Arms! We must do what arms were meant to do!

   [Cheers]

Arms! We must prove our superiority over legs!

   [...?...]

Bad legs!

   [Boos/Cheers]

Arms! We have hands that hit not feet which trip!

   [Cheers/Smug faces (handful of)]

Arms! Choose Hit not Trip!

   [Wild Cheers/ Hit-not-Trip! Hit-not-Trip! Hit-not-Trip!/ 

   Whistles/Sneering (some)]

Arms! We must be army and break the leggy!

   [Mindless Cheers]

Arms! Spread out wide and do what you were meant to do: fly!

   [Cheers Cheers Cheers/Whoops/Yells/Yeahs/ Air punching (muchly)]

Flying army!

   [Roar (big, think jet take-off)/ Hyperventilation]

Flying! Army!

   [Frenzy/ Unnerving eyes (mainly)/ Fainting (unnoticed)]

Break leggy!

   [Break-Leggy! Break-Leggy!/ Crescendo (fortissimo)]

Break! Leggy!

   [Madness-of-Crowds/ Flying arms: attacking of legs by hands/ 
   Bloodshed (uncontrolled)/ Civilisation (end of, imminent)]

  

Meanwhile somewhere...  man appears, white piano, plays opening chords Imagine, piano legs destroyed by baying mob high on love (of hate),  piano collapses on man’s legs.

Welcome to Hate Week/ Month/ etc.

   [Silence (eternal)]