#9 Stranger than Fiction

Details for the script:

Harold's watch is blue. Global zoom at beginning. The script would call for the narrator to sound like a Limey. Harold Crick must tie his tie in a single windsor knot. He must wear a suit. Harold Crick's tooth brushing technique. Harold's walking pace. Which bus Harold catches to work. The location. The time of day. The setting. The cold, sleek, generic city in the background. 

Details added in direction:

Harold has a briefcase. Harold wears a black suit without stripes. Cars stop for Harold, while he's in the crosswalk. The tie Harold wears. The nifty effects that show the numbers. Harold's overcoat. The cubicles at Harold's work. The layout of Harold's apartment. The apple Harold eats for breakfast. The magazine of financial calculators that Harold looks at while on his lunch break. The background noise at Harold's office. 

#8 Drug Transactions

Lest the door opens in

Six feet between dead and me

Will stay at six feet

The fool has no cash

The last caress is cold steel

Red walls drip with blood

Way over yonder

Over hills, in foliage 

Rests the off-white cache

#7 Holiday!

My holiday is the Anti-Valentine day. It's for all the people who like to be dark and wear the red and black clothes. I think it's wrong that we should have them suffer happiness without reciprocation. So, I'll permit them to talk about their poems, failed relationships, parents, siblings, futility of existence, and shit-music. 

Every normal person will dress up in the skeleton outfit things just to fit in and gain an appreciation (strictly in the 'experience' sense) for all the emos/scene/what have you/emotional flavor-of-the-day term. 

The colors are red and black (surprise!). To get in the Anti-Valentine sort of spirt (or lack thereof) one must think about the meaning of Valentines day and write down their thoughts. Then you must cry (tears or blood) on the paper. Then you can show the stained paper to all your friends on the Anti-Valentine day. Then you can listen to bad bands like Within Temptation, My Chemical Romance, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Escape the Fate, Senses Fail, Underoath (guilt by association). 

All non-emo music will be banned. This is to ensure the participants' safety. It's a well known fact that Lamb of God, Metallica, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Amon Amarth, Job For a Cowboy, and other metal bands will melt emo germs. 

After the poetry has been recited and the last tears shed, all -- well, most -- of us can go back to being normal and not-emo. 

This holiday has been imagined because I bear animosity towards the poorly articulated emotions, tight jeans on guys, hair straighteners, highlights, hating ones parents, and contempt for being upper-middle class. Problems are opportunities and, often times, deserved. Go fix 'em. Don't wallow in a dark room and theorize about a inherently false prognosis on the human condition. 

#6 Important Law

My law would bring back gladiator combat. It would let consenting prisoners battle each other and the winner gets to leave prison and is places on parole. I envision a pay-per-view sort of system. Each prisoner-battle is a melee of 20 prisoners. The winner (the last person alive) gets their almost-freedom. The PPV revenues would be used to cover the costs of the event and the surplus would be redirected back the prison system. This law is good because it reduces the problem of prison overcrowding, by eliminating up to 19 inmates per match. This law encourages criminals to not crime again; if you put your life on the line for something (freedom), you aren't going to squander it. This law also helps prisoners reintegrate into society. A major problem for the released is finding unemployment after release. If the fights were to become popular, the winners would become famous, they might earn endorsement deals. An endorsement deal would give them enough income to not have to commit crimes to subside. This law is made of the people (who aren't the democratic-"this interferes with criminals' rights-"America-haters ), by the people (who like kick-ass things), for the people (well, prisoners: not exactly people. Oh! And not-prisoners' potential entertainment).

#5 Creature Thing

Behold! The Leviathan! This creature is the antiquity of a old, wicked world. The Old Gods created it to keep Earth separated from the spirits of the ethereal. Oden inscribed "Nos constructutum is adveho nex." Translated to "we built this come death." It feeds upon lost souls and all who enter the Great Sea. They say if one can kill the beast, the slayer becomes divine. Of course, you'd have to kill it. That's damn near impossible. It shimmers in the color of the black abyss: the hue defaces light. The skin is scarred after an eternity of being scratched by the death grip of the departed. There's only one of these Leviathans. The beast has no master as no force can control it, nor compel it. Rather, it subsides on a holy charge. Don't get the wrong impression. It's very docile and friendly. It's docile unless you enter the Great Sea. And it's friendly insofar you befriend creatures that shouldn't be of this world. 

#4 Underground Orphan Fighting League

New to Minneapolis, orphan fighting. Come down to the Xcel Energy Center this Saturday and Sunday and witness -- for the first time ever in Minnesota -- orphan fighting! You've smoked cigarettes. You've seen CSI. You've spent money to feed malnourished children. Now you can do almost all of the aforementioned at once. The murder â La CSI. The winning orphan gets to eat! The losing orphan, if they're still alive, gets burnt by a lit cigarette. 

They have no rights. They're not even people. Don't you want to watch the not-people fight to the death for your amusement and their own sustenance? 

If you don't, you're unAmerican. 

So, remember, bring the family down to the Xcel Energy Center this Saturday and Sunday!

Kids' seats are still just five bucks!

Warning: The American Association of Orphan fighters reserves the right to impress all children in the venue who are under the age of seven. 

#3

It's the sort of tragedy that's reserved for sources of news. It's a problem which festers like herpes after a rave. I speak, of course, about elderly heroine addicts. Call it the anti-christ? You'd agree with the public's opinion. In a fashion befitting our journalistic integrity here at STDKP, we interviewed an old people.

The interview was the rambeling of race views older than the notion of justice, a battle with dementia, and a "happy birthday wish" orgy. 

We've summarized the interview:

I get up at 5 a.m to meet my dealer. They sell the nectar of gods: heroine. Sometimes, I heat it up before I shoot up, just to feel the consecrated magma corce through my arms. You know, it's the only thing I ever feel anymore: high as a muthatrucka'. 

We couldn't ask more questions. Her skins was a sort of hardened leather; not unlike her soul, we suspected. As tough as nails, that's what she is. Hell, she practically injects herself with nails. Just hypodermic nails. Filled the brim with illicit opiate. Oh! Addicts pray that your needles be clean and your stuff strong like a bull. 

How strong should one hope for? Note the opiate warped face of the subject. Stare in to the eyes, dimmed by over dose. Note the teeth - not even microbes can survive the chemistry lab her body has become. Upon knowing -- with clairvoyance -- what that old person feels, you will becomed introduced to the heroine of quality befitting the Kingpin's personal stash. 

The most dangerous fish in the sea

"Watch out for harpoons"

Fans,

A lot of you seem concerned with my treatment in captivity. I can assure you, I'm a dumb animal. It's okay to put me in hazardous conditions, I'm big and dumb. I hope I get harpooned by some eskimos. They know what's up. If I had opposable thumbs and had a reverse-ship, I'd hunt humans. That's how nature is, "because I can." And you'd say dumb things like, "Don't kill me, I can feel pain!" And I'd laugh. I'd laugh and I'd use my human-harpoon to get you.  So, get me and my whale friends before we start terrorizing you and your friends. 

I am an orca. My days are boring. I swim almost all the time. One time I tired to eat a rock. I ate the rock accidentally. I sure am dumb. I wish somebody would fill their lungs with blood and thunder then harpoon me. That'd make me happy. 

Climate change makes me happy. As a whale, I know a thing or two about climates. I live in one, you know. In my opinion as a professional whale, climate change is caused by two things:

1) Lack of pirates

2) Hippies

Piracy is kick ass. End of discussion. 

Hippies cause climate change. Climate change is a good thing. Therefore, I must -- begrudgingly -- admit that I think hippies are just barely adequate. Just barely.  If I were fortunate enough to be a human, I'd drive a car only after ripping out all the emission regulations. You see, I subscribe to the logic: Mother nature started this race for survival and now that she's losing, she wants to give up?

I say, "tart, please," to that. 

So, fans, remember: eat animals. Animals are dumb and want to be eaten. 

#1 Early the Danger Squid

To kindergartners,

Children! Against better judgement, I'm showing this squidbilly to you. His name is Early, he's a squidbilly. A long time ago, most of the Earth was an ocean. Then the ocean dried up, some animals stayed in the ocean; however, this squid didn't. When the ocean got smaller, this squid got stuck in North Georgia's Appalachian mountains. Eventually, the squid started to do bad things, like make pine cones into adult beverages. By the way, children, his hat, 'booty hunter' is about pirates, so don't pay any attention to it. This squid enjoys NASCAR, Muddin', and hunting. If you met Early, what would you ask him?

To Grandpa and Grandma

Hey, Grandparents, how about bumping up the birthday $5 to a birthday $50? Let's get with the times here. You're old, the government gives you money and you blow it on dumb things like talking fish ornaments. How about hookin' me up? All animosity aside, I think I should introduce this squid, Early. 

Early is NOT a communist. I just have to get that out of the way. Early is an upstanding citizen who enjoys fishing, hunting, the American flag, NASCAR, paying his taxes, and 'muddin' in his truck. I know you'll enjoy the harmony of the themes between both of yours' personal America.  Now, you can stop judging me, and gimme moar holiday cash and stop inviting me up to your cabin. It's gross and smells like old people -- ewww -- maybe if you cleaned your persons and your house more than "enough" (it isn't) but I digress. Still, this is a squidbilly, he has a hat. I'm you grandchild and in need of   

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