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“Only I can save you from that other dude that convinced you that only he could save you!” the aspiring dictator said.
Everybody clapped.
— Bastian Espada
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*Ding dong*
Trick or treat! She heard for the hundredth time that night.
The woman threw the half-finished bottle of whiskey on the couch and shambled towards the entrance. She grabbed the candy bowl from the foyer and opened the door.
Standing at her doorstep, was herself. The woman stared into her own eyes. She cried out, and hurled the red porcelain bowl at her face, shattering it in a burst of glass.
Little Edgar — who on that Halloween night had decided to dress up as a tall mirror — ended up receiving several stitches.
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“Baaa! I beat my lip!” The toddler screamed, her open mouth filled with halfway chewed eggs.
“It happens to the best of us honey. It happens to the best of us.”
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“Well, death is nothing but another journey,” the man said, staring at the ground below.
“Bah! Another journey.” The old lady reclined back, making the chairlift rock to-and-fro. “There's no journey, not here not after. There's nothing.”
“But Nana, how can you be so sure?”
The old woman pushed herself off the lift and glided beyond the edge of the snowy slope. “ 'Cause Ronny my dear, if you had a little bit of empathy, you'd realize this entire universe is one big joke, and humanity is the punchline.”
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“So, how may I help you today?” the manager asked.
The man stuck his chest out, pushed his glasses up and adjusted his belt. “I'm here to exercise my right — in accordance to the eighteen forty-seven exception to the federal statute on dueling and the recent supreme court's decision to regard First Capital Bank as a person under the law — to challenge this institution to a sword fight, over which the fate of my mortgage shall be decided.”
The bank manager pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “We got another one!” he yelled.
A few feet away, a barely visible door creaked open.
Vladislav Fyodorov, disgraced former fencing world champion and two times Olympic gold medalist, emerged.
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“Dinner is ready!” mom shouted from the kitchen.
Dad, daughter and son walked through the door.
They sat around the table, the table for four.
“Blood soup again?”
“Blood soup all the time!”
“Blood soup today.”
“Blood soup is all we've got, blood soup is all we have. By the blood soup we live, by the blood soup we die,” mom said.
The rest of the family looked down at their bowls, and clenched their jaws.
They began eating.
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A priest, a rabbi and a giraffe enter a bar.
The bar moans.
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“Last week I noticed a weird lump under my armpit.”
“That could be serious. Have you seen a doctor?” the young man's mother asked.
“I did, yeah.”
“And what did they say?”
“Hard to tell, they were on the other side of the street.”
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“Who would've thought your kind would outlive mine?” The last man on earth smiled using what little energy he had left. “Don't worry boy, it'll only be for a little bit.”
He scratched the dog's head, then expired.
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The five o'clock alarm rang.
The man dragged himself to the bathroom, he placed his hands on the counter and stared at the sink.
“You know, if a genie appeared before me and offered me a choice — to press a button that would make all things cease to exist — no space and no energy. No past, present nor future. No laws of nature, no fields and no particles. No universe, no multiverse, no quantumverse. No information, no entropy. Nothing, just nothing.” The man lifted his head and gazed into his own eyes. “I would press the shit out of that button.”
“I would as well,” the reflection said. “I would as well.”
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