"Look we didn't steal Lenin's corpse for nothing!" he shrieked, while simultaneously realizing that there was, in fact, no solid reason to steal the man's corpse.

He continued, rather ironically, providing the now lifeless icon of shared labor a piggy back ride through the Arizona desert, with little bits of the heroes skin rebelling against it's oil based embalming oppresors, and finally settling into Micheals tightly curled black hair. We all knew he was a little delusional at first, and we knew the major blood loss from all those bullet wounds didnt help, but after witnessing his prolonged session of beating himself up for doing it, he finally submitted that "Well, it just looked just so pretty laying there. And, well, our Martin Luther King Day float would just look naked without it stapled to the front." and we all just sort of felt bad for the little guy.

So much in fact that all 6 of us reflected and realized that, Yeah, our float did need alot of work. What with the mismatched color scheme, the ill-porportioned 20 foot paper-mache armadillo, and dummy dressed as malcom X riding the armadillo, and the blatant lack of Soviet iconography. I mean the whole thing's ok, but it lacked something. And we owed it to Micheal- to Lenin- and to the King himself to have best godamned float this town has ever seen!