The Tale of The Two Guys
Once upon a time, there was a guy. He was good. No, wait. He was bad. The
first guy is bad, see. And that's important to remember. So this guy, who
is bad, he walks out into the fog, see? He walks and walks and walks and
walks. It's fog. The creeping fog. Fog is creeping all over.
Wait, did I say the first guy was bad? I never remember this story. Now I
think the first guy is supposed to be good. Change that. I'm not gonna go
back and re-type it, because I have experiments to do. But just remember, as
you're reading, the first guy is good.
So the first guy, who is good, he says, "I'm bad! He got us mixed up!"
"How do you know?" replies the bad guy.
"Trust me on this," says the good guy. "I'm bad. We have to start over."
"I don't think anyone is going to read this far, anyway," says the bad guy.
"That's what I'm talking about," says the good guy. "I would never say
something like that, because it's an attempt to clarify this situation. The
fact that you just did proves that you're the good guy."
"Look," says the bad guy. "We're never going to get anywhere in this story
unless we just go with it, one way or another. Can't you pretend to be good?"
At that moment, a giant metorite crashes into both guys, making it impossible
for either of them to be compelling.
"Way to go," says the bad guy.
THE END
