As I stand here on this podium; I
see another bloodthirsty crowd before me. I’ve spent years toning my body to
athletic perfection; but all they want is violence and punches. They don’t care
about my speech; my years of elocution lessons and lifelong confidence building
skills. All they want is another stunt off a motorbike and buildings turned
into rubble. The more people that get hurt; the more thrilled they’ll be. But the
whole show has gone perfectly. No-one has missed their lines; no-one has been
in the wrong place at the wrong time; and everyone has done their bit to get
the job done properly. And everyone has had a chance to see all the characters
wherever they’re sitting in the arena. All that remains is to get them out of
the arena so that we’ve got a chance to rest and reset the stage for the next
show.
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