The Nuts And Bolts Of A Grand Nation

Mack stepped from behind a curtain. The US Capitol building was silent – eerie after the windbaggery blustering through the halls all day.
He whispered ideas to the bolts holding the Senate podium into the floor, and suddenly they began to think.
Mack’s words were simple, but soon the bolts grew aware of themselves. They had been tightened too much. The shiny podium was heavy. They began to wiggle and writhe.
Soon they were free, rolling through the halls. It sparked a reaction, a revolution.
When the legislators returned in the morning, their grand place of work had collapsed and run away.