The Question Box

What do I believe?

"Oh? Hello Muzzy." Muzzy's superego speaks.
"What? Is this a message from God?" Muzzy is groggy.
"No. You're having a frueg." the superego replies.
"A frueg?" Muzzy sips some tea.
"Yes. You are speaking with your inner voice." the voice answers.
"Oh? Hi." Muzzy starts to sleep.

"Wake up!" the voice bellows like thunder.
Muzzy sits up, "Yes? Whaht?"
"Joe Rogan had something important to say." the voice whispered.
"Who? Oh? Yeah, he's on YouTube." Muzzy drifts off to sleep.
"Hey!" the voice shouts.
Muzzy sits up, but his eyes are not open.

"Transexuals are men, who want to be women." Joe Rogan states.

Muzzy squints at his computer screen, "I let it idle."
He turns off his laptop and shuts it.
"Every time I watch the Young Turks I get bounced to that knucklehead."
Muzzy yawns and returns to his nap.
"Zzzzzz."

"Religious fundamentalists place their faith in the prophets of ancient times."
The voice continues and wakes Muzzy.
"And now we have pop-culture celebrity advice. Okay? Can I take my nap now?"
Muzzy reclines for his nap.
The voice sighs, "You're a pop-culture lazy boy."
Muzzy snores, "Zzzzz."

Muzzy's dream is in technicolor.
He is Hercules returning home to his wife Princess Laya.
"I left the palace to live in a cave." Princess Laya sighs.
Hercules laughs, "You are living with a God!"
"It's a cave." Princess Laya opens the crude wooden door.
She prepares the dinner, deer meat and vegetables with wine.
"Why didn't Zeus give you brains?" Laya slowly turns the deer meat over the fire.
"I am Hercules! Maybe your father has a spare room?" Hercules smiles.
"You kidnaped me!" Laya hits Hercules with a ladle.

Muzzy's superego whispers, "Buy a Lottery Ticket."


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