In Revolutionist lore, ‘tis rumored that outside the City, out in the subversive bush, there are some trails so narrow that one can only GO straight ahead.
How indeed is a bargain to be known if you don’t “bad mouth” it before you buy it?
“Ah, tell me lad,” said the interested alien, “do you live in the City?” “Naw,” replied the somewhat sarcastic stripling, “we were sent here as the winners of the second place prize in a contest.” “Second place, eh?” “Yeah,” said the kid, “first prize was you didn’t have to come here.”
(Every day this one guy used to get up.)
Although some in the City would lead you to believe otherwise, I can tell you directly from my ha-ha-heart that, under more “favorable” conditions, everyone could have been crippled.