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"A seal from the leader?", the guard asked incredulously, "Can I see it?". "Yes of course", replied the cripple reaching into his pocket and producing a flower. The guard looked at him askance. "Go on, smell it", the cripple encouraged. Which the guard did and immediately feeling woozy, slumped to the ground unconcious. The cripple moved fast. He took the keys, opened the giant gates of the prison and scurried inside. A series of unconcious guards followed. He was in the most well guarded prison in all of Paris. He hurried through quietly until he found the cellar he was looking for. And there sitting on a lonely wooden bench, looking very very miserable, was God. "Pssst", said the cripple. "What" said God, barely looking up from the floor. This surprised the cripple. "Ahem", he cleared his throat and produced a piece of pad with a sheet on it, he looked at it carefully and then up at the man in the cellar. "I'm looking for a God, G-O-D? Is that you?". "Yes", replied the man in the cellar disinterestedly, "What do you want?". "I'm here to rescue you sir". God looked up with a little more interest and scrutinized the cripple. "You're not really a cripple, who are you?", he asked. "I believe we've never met sir, I'm the Scarlet Pimpletron, very pleased to meet you". God was all action now. "Scarlet Pimpletron?! I've been hearing good things about you man!" "Time is of essence", the Pimpletron whispered, "We need to go now". God thought about this for a moment. "The time for me to take back the universe is not yet ripe. The bourgeois pigs find it difficult to control you humans. We should destroy their structure from the inside. When their little flirtation with power is all but fallen to pieces, I shall step in and take back what is rightfully mine. Until then, with your help I shall direct the anti-revolution revolution from right here in prison". Pimpletron was immediately impressed and nodded his approval. "And when I do get the universe, the world and the seven days of the week back", God continued lowering his voice, "you can have Mondays for yourself. Consider it my reward to you". Pimpletron was delirious, "Very well then. I shall leave now. What is your first edict for overthrowing the pigs?". God went into a trance for a full minute before he came out to answer the question, his lips curving into a half smile."Band night", he said, "Bring it back to Thursday where it belongs".

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