Principal Ebbers stopped suddenly.
"You know what, I made that whoooole thing up! Heh, that's right, but I bet you two didn't have a clue!"
Principal Ebbers started from his day dream. "Oh, how I love Dagon fantasies!" he thought silently. It was the middle of the Comintern Principals' Glorious Workers' Union (or ComPriplGlrsWorsU for short) annual meeting. More precisely, it was the middle of a long, invigorating sub-committee lecture-conference-meeting on the "resolution to establish a sub-sub-committee for the purposes of relegating unnecessary tasks."
And so, hoping to pass the time more enjoyably, Ebbers took out his 9038-page "Stalin's TRUE Communist TRUE History of the America States." He flipped to a random page, took out his 1000X microscope, and began reading.
It was about the Market Revolution. A slim, cold, Russian smile crept over Ebbers' face. One of the council members asked why he was frowning so much, but Ebber's didn't hear a thing.
The book said:
(OP: Ben, January 9 2008)
"You know what, I made that whoooole thing up! Heh, that's right, but I bet you two didn't have a clue!"
Principal Ebbers started from his day dream. "Oh, how I love Dagon fantasies!" he thought silently. It was the middle of the Comintern Principals' Glorious Workers' Union (or ComPriplGlrsWorsU for short) annual meeting. More precisely, it was the middle of a long, invigorating sub-committee lecture-conference-meeting on the "resolution to establish a sub-sub-committee for the purposes of relegating unnecessary tasks."
And so, hoping to pass the time more enjoyably, Ebbers took out his 9038-page "Stalin's TRUE Communist TRUE History of the America States." He flipped to a random page, took out his 1000X microscope, and began reading.
It was about the Market Revolution. A slim, cold, Russian smile crept over Ebbers' face. One of the council members asked why he was frowning so much, but Ebber's didn't hear a thing.
The book said:
(OP: Ben, January 9 2008)
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