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*esme appears as a hologram in front of the packed auditorium (there’s a least four of them anyway, don’t quibble) filled with the fine folks who follow her around the aether, and announces . . . 

“The Flying Monkeys are all now in transit across the globe. Every soul who requested a hand-crafted piece of the Cloud shall receive one you will all be thrilled to the point of disturbed giddiness to hear.” nods and smiles 

Esme was very pleased with the reception she got for her evil joyous plan.

Thank you kindly. – waves, bows and curtsies

As you were, but smiling and wearing a tutu and cape ideally – esme flickers and disappears once more