“Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Mmmm... go ahead... mmmm...”
“Where did you get the idea of eating
licorice fed to you from a fishing pole while standing in a lake?”
“Mmmm... not sure... mmmm... just
seemed like good idea...”
“And we're doing it right? This is
the scenario you wanted? With my ten year old son holding the rod, and
with my legs squeezed behind the board like this?”
“Mmmm... yes, perfect...”
“Dad, this is weird...”
“I know. I know. Just think about the
near future, when the oligarchy of the criminally wealthy will
collapse under the weight of its own corruption and decadence.”
“Mm... what?”
“What? Nothing.”
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