Here's one for the archives. Is there anyway to make money with it? Why make everybody equal? Christ, this man is blind! A bird-brained nincompoop! Will no man aid the widow's son? Suzy says, "No questions."
Lardbucket and Peabrain deliberately racing desperately dove down the dese, dem, dose - in haste to follow that great master, The Ultimate Imposter, Alphadong, down the rabbit-hole, Lardbucket and Peabrain tripped tightly along tied to a titanic light.
"Boy, that light is bright."
"Don't call me 'boy'."
"Oh, thanks. That was a very supportive thing to say. Thank you for that bit of home-spun wisdom. I feel a lot better right now. All thanks to you. Thank you. Deeply. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart."
"Watch out for the light."
They continued down the dese, dem, dose.
"Yes. I know. I'm no damned good at this. No damned good at all. Whatever you do, don't look down."
The chasm spasmed at their feet. They paid no attention to clocks nor to the gods who make them. Suzy says, "Your question may be answered."
"You called," the Ultimate Imposter spooked out. It'll take months before they believe. Months of excruciating excoriations about the nature of blank reality. And the U.I. will stand before them, hopelessly haranguing an already distant crowd.
The End
(I'd dispose of it while the disposing's still good.)