He went out this morning, Josepha.
Where did he go?
I don't know. Am I my brother's keeper?
Sometime later..........
Did he ever come back yet?
No, Josepha, I heard he went to vote.
I thought he went to poop!
Sometime later..........
Have you heard?
Yes. I did not want to tell you.
Tell me now, I am hungry.
He was eaten by a pride of starving lions.
Where?
Outside the voting place.
One of those in line saw him pooping, just as they got him.
He was a sitting duck!
We have lost many, voting or pooping!
Weren't there soldiers?
Yes.
Did not they help him?
Their orders are to control voters, not protect poopers.
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