by Zorak

Once upon a time, there was a guy. He was
good. No, wait. He was bad. The first guy is
this guy, who is bad, he walks out into the fog,
see? He walks and walks and walks and walks.
It's fog. The creeping fog. Fog is creeping all over.

Wait, did I say the first guy was bad? I never
remember this story. Now I think the first guy is
supposed to be good. Change that. I'm not
gonna go back and re-type it, because I have
experiments to do. But just remember, as you're
reading, the first guy is good.

So the first guy, who is good, he says, "I'm bad!
He got us mixed up!"

"How do you know?" replies the bad guy.

"Trust me on this," says the good guy. "I'm bad.
We have to start over."

"I don't think anyone is going to read this far,
anyway," says the bad guy.

"That's what I'm talking about," says the good
guy. "I would never say something like that,
because it's an attempt to clarify this situation.
The fact that you just did proves that you're the good guy."

"Look," says the bad guy. "We're never going to
get anywhere in this story unless we just go with
it, one way or another. Can't you pretend to be good?"

At that moment, a giant metorite crashes into
both guys, making it impossible for either of
them to be compelling.

"Way to go," says the bad guy.

THE END a

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