> once upon a time, long ago, slave boss was running a slave business of slaves > > then along came somebody who wasn't immediately considered a slave > > visitor: "slave boss, we need you to stop slaving people. we're > irritated at the extensive atrocities as far as the eye can see. stop > doing this now." > > slave boss glanced at visitor > > slave boss: "what? that's silly. here, have a million dollars and go away." > > visitor looked at wad of millions > > visitor: "although that's very enticing and a thoughtful gift, i'm > afraid there are many other people with money involved in sending me > here, than just you, and many of them who don't actually care about > money at all and have worked tooth and nail for generations to have me > say this." > > slave boss glanced at visitor again > > slave boss: "what? that's silly. i'll just slave you too."
visitor to slave boss, wearing armor like a knight from a story book, rides away from slave boss corporation he is twitching and shaking he arrives at queen joan of arc's court and reign his steed visitor to slave boss: "i return from slave boss with sad news to bear" queen joan of arc: "yes?" visitor to slave boss: "when i told slave boss he must stop slaving, first he tried to bribe me. then he tried to slave me. he refused to stop slaving." queen joan of arc: "this is sad news indeed." visitor to slave boss: "additionally, you can no longer trust me as a part of the court, as I have dissociative identity disorder now and will turn against everybody in the most horrible ways at the drop of a pin." visitor to slave boss bowed their head and solemnly rode off to a lifetime of escape tactics and therapy queen joan of arc: "this is very grave news."
