gathering grains huh
bet you'll make a heap huh
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Ever had a really shitty bit idea? Joke you want to take way past the point of where it was funny? Want to feel like a stand-up comedy guy who's been bombing a set for the past 30 minutes straight and at this point is just saying shit to see if people react to it? Really bad pun? A homemade cringe concoction? A cognitohazard that you have birthed into this world and have an urge to spread like chain mail?
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Ahaha I wouldn't be so bold. Just the few grain will suffice for now
takes a large peck at a pile of grains and starts carrying them away
Sweet plumage brah
Oh you're too kind by half. Your couture is also quite fetching if I do say so myself
pecks at your pocket looking for more grains
Ah shit now I no longer have a heap
Welp, didn't mean to cause you no harm there bud. Just let me know how many grains you'd like back and I'll bring them right back
comes back and takes more grains
Oh no worries, pay it back anytime. There's 25% interest but no pressure.
Uh huh. Interest. Okah, I think I see. Could you hold that thought just a mo?
slowly starts sidling off with a lot more grain steadily streaming out of a hole in pocket
“Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me.