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3月14日 The ComedianThere he was, the comedian, with his own style and taste in humor.
He gives his best shot in his performance, but he fails. He is not received as he intended, as the fat, slothful blobs in his audience refuse to even try to understand.
They do not want to hear me. They want to hear themselves.
 The comedian would later contemplate a vengeful and bloody killing spree.
He would have to endure a steady flow of insults and negative remarks from those filthy observers for some time.
For weeks he endured; he persevered under pressure that would make the average man wither into a quivering mess of self-doubt and regret.
There's been worse moments in my life than this. I've got to get through it.
For a time, the insults stopped.
During this time, he would enjoy a great amount of success. He gained wealth and a minor degree of fame, and with this taste, he desired more. Brimming with confidence and strength, he approached the stage to perform.
But he was stopped by the stage manager; there was an urgent phone call for him.
He could afford a slight delay while his backup performer temporarily took his place on stage.
Hello, who is this? I'm about to perform here.
Hello. Don't act alarmed or say another word.
What?
I have your family here. If you want to see them again, I'm going to expect something from you.
My family..?
When I hang up, you will immediately exit; I want you to go to the bank on Main, and acquire 12 million dollars. I do not care how you do this. If you tell anyone, your family will die.
But... hold on there...
You will take the 12 million dollars and drive to the local florist, two blocks east from where you are now. You will then place the money in the garbage can out front. After you do this, go home and I will contact you tomorrow morning.
Uh, can I say --
Quiet! I will give you further instructions at that time. I can guarantee that your family will remain safe so long as you deliver this money as specified. Do not say a word to anyone. And remember: I will be watching your every move.
Wait! Wait!
The phone clicked. He had hung up.
The comedian needed to think about all this for a moment.
Get money from bank... drop at florist two blocks away... and...
He stopped. With a shrug, tossing the phone onto a nearby table --
I'm not even married...
He proceeded to the stage and performed; it was a great performance, and everyone applauded with enthusiasm.
Then he got lots of money and women and sex.
The end. 3月1日 Jerrel and SmeiJerrel said to Smei, "Why, I should not stand here while you practice your sword play!" with exclamation. "I should probably stand aside and give you your much needed space. Or perhaps you could swing in the opposite direction?"
And Smei continued to flail his saber around like a ninny.
Jerrel said again to Smei, "Smei, Smei -- you might be more cautious in your practicing. It is getting to a point where it would be in my best interest to distance myself from you."
And Smei further continued to flail his saber, spinning and hopping about the area, chopping and slashing the air with great fervor.
Jerrel said to himself, "My word, I do believe he is in some sort of trance. This makes my standing here all the more a danger to my safety."
Jerrel observed for a moment more, and at last concluded he would be far better off if he were to take a few steps back.
However, as he made up his mind about the decision...
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