ME: what? the land of the rising sun? no, i said we were going to the land of the WRITHING sun.
YOU: [looks out the window of the airplane to witness the unfolding of reality; like creation unburdened by law, it is almost as if in its infinite disorder you can witness the relief of a world unshackled from petty rules, of creation relieved of all that would hold it back, and indeed, the sun writhes uncomfortably dimly in the sky]
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Who let the dogs out?
Me. I did it. I'm seeking asylum in Russia right now because the United States government had been keeping the dogs under lock and key for far too long.
The public wants dogs, needs dogs, DESERVES dogs, and the United States government was preventing YOUR access to dogs. I was the one who let the dogs out, all those years ago, and such is the US' fervent hatred of my fight for freedom that only now do I feel safe finally taking credit for what I did.
So now you know.
My name is Sleve McDichael, and I am going to make my final home run.
I step out into a cornfield, lit by the stars, in full baseball regalia. I wind up my bat, determined gaze trained on the sky.
Thousands watch with bated breath, as the light streaks towards my position. I tighten my grip, and shut my eyes, and take the only swing I get.
With a loud crack, the meteorite is sent back, and I meet my end in a shower of burning splinters and molten rock... a hero, and a legendary baseball man.