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Thin King was not a very bright man, but he sure was cunning. He wouldn’t realize it’s easier to put journal on the floor before painting the walls; but surely would be the first to advice you to keep that money the bank accidentally put in your account.

Thin King thought he was actually a king. If one ever mentioned it, he’d pursue them ’till the end with that joke. For being cunning, he didn’t care for people; and for not being very bright, he didn’t realize they didn’t care for him either.

Thin King not only could be blind, he could be deaf and mute, and even pretend he was paying attention. He was a great pretender.

Thin King was not thin. Thin King was not king. Thin King was just two people’s stupid joke. He had nothing to do with the world he fell in, but still, he could bum and bother.

Thin King had no happiness nor sadness nor any feelings at all. All Thin King kept thinking was "When the hell will I be able to watch TV again?".

He never did, anyway. Nevermore watched TV. Thin King is now some sort of vegetable.

But he is a winner. No one could have survived that way, not as long as Thin King did.

I guess that’s just the kind of guy we’re supposed to worship.

KADICHARI M.