RE: The Dum-dum's drums The Fluke flakily asks (after closely consulting and snuffling with Old Two-Balls non-crystal balls), "do you hear the distant sound of the calling drums?"
Fluke, if you'd unbury yourself from Old Two-Ball's lap,. you'd realize that those drums which you hear are culling drums...the present BOD is being culled and rejected.
The dark clouds which you see are the smoke which MoosieB regularly blows out of his azzzz and into your face.
Sunshine, Fluke? You spend your life with your head stuck so far up there where the sun don't shine that you wouldn't recognize the day of the week, never mind the hour of the day.
White smoke, Fluke? Crystal meth, innit?