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“you know, it takes a fictional character
to know one,”
“jesus” said to “muhammad,”
whilst sitting at the picnic table,
passing the sweet sun tea,
simultaneously &
non-verbally, “telepathically”
motioning to mr. claus
that though the mashed lacked
the thorough whipping that he
himself desired,
they sure were buttery &
with that,
a tip of the “crown of thorns was
made,”
so as to give approval, without 
interrupting the engrossing conversation
which had developed between
a couple of the smurfs down at the
end & 
vishnu---

seems that violence had become
all the rage,  rumbling the surface of
the earth & though the teletubbies who had
attended, did not possess the wide spoken
vocabulary which bugs bunny 
did, between munching on the carrot,
they all nodded in agreement when he
threw up his non-carrot-holding hand,
spewing forth his catch phrase,
with regards to the current geopolitical
state of things.

“so…eh, what’s up doc?” he said.

all the characters at he table agreed
that to run rampant upon the world 
with an angry eye, a gun in hand & 
a belt full of bombs, for the sake of
any of the tales found in books, the scripts
of their cartoons or the animated beauty
with which any of them danced,
was simply insane &
they figured then that the most recent
explosive nature of people all over the
world who were striking vengeance on
the US embassies, might…they just 
might (possible coinkydink) have less
to do with “muhammad” (who was now
stuffing his face with KFC, which 
garfield had brough & stashed under the 
table for later---but the man got it
quick) & a tad more with the fact that
people are getting sick of the world’s
policeman beating them over the heads
with its club.

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