A Serenade for the Innocent - 133 Different Category, Same Damn Stupid White Paper

“Now, let’s look at the scoreboard, shall we?” Lucas said as he looked behind to see the current scores of the people in the glass hall. There, a table with the contestants’ names and a number accompanying them is flashing brightly towards us. “Ooooh! Keizer with 2 points! He’s currently leading in the game, and I bet he’s more than excited to die. I suggest shitting your pants while facing the camera! It worked like a charm last time! Meanwhile, the salesman has one point, which is not bad at all!” Lucas then tightened his lips and shrugged while looking blankly into the floor.

“Yeah. It’s easy to mend that amount of points difference if you say something bad about Martin Luther King Jr.” Timmy uttered with an affirming smile as he nodded upon seeing the scores on the screen.

“Yeah, or you can say Hitler did nothing wrong, and everyone will definitely smack points right into your sick Nazi ass till you’re out there falling on the boiler downstairs,” Lucas said while smacking the back of his hands on his palms while chuckling in between his sentence.

“But if they don’t want to do it,” Timmy uttered before raising his forehead with a shrug, “then we can just do it for them easily.”

“AND THAT’S WHY WE’RE NOW GOING TO ROUND 2!” Lucas exclaimed, which then prompted the television behind him to change into a screen that shows a pink and glittery font that says, ‘RESIGNING.’

Meanwhile, I saw a few people wearing black inside walking on the ceiling carefully to reach the people who’re standing upside down there. It seems like they’re pushing a wardrobe towards T. S. Elliot. The esteemed American poet who’s now wearing a tight catsuit then opened the wardrobe and saw the rotting corpse of a lion inside along with a rectangular-shaped witch hat. Seeing this, the hooker gasped and took the black witch hat and danced around the ceiling with her legs wide open.

“This round, we’re talking about resigning! That’s right! We will know more about why our Stromlets left Plural Heights, and why Veronica is so adamant in turning them into minced meat!” Timmy exclaimed when he realized that Lucas had been distracted by whatever is happening on the ceiling. While Timmy was speaking, the violinist above suddenly started playing an out of tune Baroque composition, which made it hard for Timmy to continue speaking because he continuously gets interrupted by the sudden high-pitched melody of the violin.

Lucas then shook his head after seeing that the hooker started French kissing the back of her hand while gently caressing the witch hat. He then smiled at us and continued speaking, “Now, let’s read at the information of our, uhh… guests, err, I mean, our contestants! Let’s start with the nurse again because she has the lowest score!”

Suddenly, a midget lady with neon blue long hair jumped out of the backstage. “YES! YES! THANK YOU! YES! WOMAN EMPOWERMENT!” After screaming those words out loud, the midget suddenly runs back to the backstage like a fleeing ninja.

“Right, Miss Kirstel ended her affiliation with Plural Heights because Veronica ordered her to kill her own mother using a special chemical acid that Plural Heights had recently created to clean the mold in their corpse dumpster. Miss Kirstel openly opposed Veronica and stormed off the Plural Heights’ Mother before she got kidnapped on her way to her job in the local hospital three days later.” Lucas uttered before taking a slice of cantaloupe from inside of her undershirt’s breast pocket, chewing on it loudly until cantaloupe juices started to spew out of his mouth.

“Well, we stan a loving daughter!” Timmy said with a shrug while pointing his hands towards the nurse. Everyone in the stage then suddenly started clapping profusely with blank expressions and not uttering a single word. What’s even more baffling about it is that they’re all clapping in unison in perfect coordination and harmony, which made it sound like there’s just a colossal arm clapping instead of countless people doing it. I could even hear some applause coming from backstage, which is also in sync with everyone present on stage.

“Th-thank you?” The nurse uttered with a disgusted look on her face as she raised an eyebrow while looking at the applauding people.

“Okay. Stop. It’s getting annoying.” Lucas said, which instantly shushed everyone on the stage before the jester suddenly opened his face and suddenly started singing the chorus of Donna Burke’s Sins of the Father in falsetto. While the jester hanging on the noose continued to sing, Lucas also went on with his words. “Next up is Mister Francis, the salesman! The reason why he quitted Plural Heights last month is because Veronica suddenly started ordering him to rape his sister before her wedding! Mister Francis got so mad that he started beating everyone inside of Veronica’s office! AND THAT’S WHY JIMMY IS PUNISHED TO BE A FOOT FETISHIST FOR A MONTH BECAUSE HE DIDN’T MANAGE TO WIN AGAINST A FAT OLD FUCK LIKE MISTER FRANCIS!”

“W-what the hell? Who’s Jimmy?” Francis, the salesman, said with furrowed eyebrows as he looked at Lucas in confusion.

“Woooowww! THE MORE YOU KNOW!” Timmy uttered while pulling his tulle dress down; afterward, he started massaging his nipples while looking at Lucas’ shoes. “God, hearing the R-word makes me soooo, soooo horny!” He then began to bite his lips while moaning exaggeratedly in a high-pitched voice like a female porn star. Out of nowhere, a female model, who’s wearing a see-through bikini, came out of the backstage while flashing a forced smile. The girl was also carrying a huge placard that she’s raising high into the air. The words, ‘Dolce and Gabbana’ are written on the placard using what seemed like a pentel pen that’s almost out of ink. The female model slowly moved to the other side of the stage and returned towards the backstage.

“YOU’RE FUCKING DISGUSTING, JUSTIN! TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR NIPPLE!” Lucas said in a loud screechy voice while he stomped his feet on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum.

“YES, SIR!” Timmy said right away as he pulled his dress back up with a frightened expression.

“NOW, START PUNCHING YOUR BALLS AND YOUR TINY DICKLET AND DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE STOP UNTIL I TOLD YOU SO!” Lucas said with a now reddened face, which is a result of his fuming so much out of anger. “FUCK! GOING BACK ON TOPIC! FUCK! YOU’RE JUST DISGUSTING, JUSTIN! FUCK!” Lucas then breathed out and started showing a forced smile at us, although we can see by the way his mouth shakes that he’s not at all having fun anymore. “Now, Mister Keizer left Plural Heights because he’s a piece of shit who doesn’t want to fucking kill his grandmother for the sake of his stupid fucking freak show circus cult bullshit! YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT! YOUR GRANDMOTHER WOULD HAVE DIED, LIKE, I DON’T KNOW? NEXT YEAR!? WHO CARES ABOUT HER!? SHE’S AN OLD FUCK! IF YOU HAD KILLED HER, WE COULD HAVE SAVED TOYS R US! YOU’RE A FUCKING SELFISH BITCH, KEIZER!” Clearly, the whole drama he had with Timmy earlier took a toll on Lucas’ psyche, and he just started hurling insults right towards the silver man like his life depended on it.

The silver man didn’t even know what he would say as the barrage of insults kept coming towards him, and he knew that there’s nothing he could do to stop it.

“Aren’t you going to say something to stop him!?” The nurse said while looking at the silver man as she pointed her right hand towards Lucas. “He’s treating you like shit!”

“Fuck it!” The salesman said as he started wagging his hands into the air. “I’m giving this silver freak my point again for this round! Clearly, he doesn’t want to live anymore anyway!”

“W-wait… That’s not true! I want to live!” The silver man uttered in a more determined expression this time, but he stuttered after biting his tongue midway his sentence.

“Then you’re not proving that to any of us! You’re clearly deserving to die more than us anyway, so just be a fucking doll and die here now, so we can get out of this stupid freak show area already!” The nurse said while pointing her finger right towards the silver man as she started ruffling her hair with her other hand. “YOU’RE NOT CREEPED OUT BECAUSE YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN SO MUCH CIRCUS SHIT, BUT THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH FOR ME, AND I JUST WANT TO LEAVE AND GO HOME!”

“WELL, YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS TO GO HOME, BITCH!” Finally done with all the insult getting thrown right at him, Keizer, the silver man, finally snapped as he leaned towards Kirstel, the nurse. His face looked so done with all of this charade. Now, he looked like he’s about to punch the nurse at any moment.

“HEY, CUTOUT YOU TWO! STOP IT! THIS IS NOT HELPING!” Francis, the salesman, screamed as he stood beside the silver man and the nurse.

Thus, the whole hall is enveloped with the sound of Lucas hurling cusses right towards everyone his eyes could land on while still roaring directly towards the microphone. Meanwhile, in the glass hall, the nurse continued her high-pitched yelling directed to the silver man while the silver man himself is already rushing towards her, wanting to punch her to death while throwing loud, unintelligible yells towards the nurse. If it weren’t for the salesman, who’s screaming to make both of them stop fighting while shielding the nurse with her large body, the silver man would have already beaten up the nurse to death. While this symphony of chaos occurs all over the place, Timmy is at the edge of the stage, punching his balls while moaning loudly with his tongue out.

“EEeEeEeEeEENNNNNOoOoOOoUuUuUgH!” A loud growling voice resounded in the air accompanied by the loud sound of countless limbs moving about the darkened areas on the walls.

Right at that moment, everything in the surrounding shushed.