Weird

Weird Part 3 (final part)

The next day with a great reverence to our work, Jillenton, and I continued our work.

Over breakfast at 11:00 A.M. We discussed our plans for the day.

"Love might be better than happiness," I mused while enjoying a muffin.

"You could have maybe started with that," said Jillenton, who was just a little peeved.

"Well, I envisioned human happiness, not how to attain it, from the panda. I thought stuff, and no work would bring about the universal happiness of humans," said I, reaching for another muffin.

"What exactly did the god show you?" asked Jillenton, who was being a little too nosey for my liking.

"Huh?" I said in surprise, "Oh, right, the panda, yeah. He's pretty chill." It was weird to think of the panda as a god, so I didn't, and was taken aback by the sudden use of god, and panda used interchangeably. I contemplated on what I should say next to Jillenton, and reached for another muffin, putting it into my mouth.

Jillenton was upset at my slowness, and surprised at his question. He yelled, and started to look dangerous. So I pulled the best come back I could, and said.

"I remember, you just heard me wrong. I had a muffin in my mouth, you know," which of course I didn't when I spoke.

Jillenton, was even angrier, and said that I didn't have a muffin in my mouth. I replied, I do now, and put one into my mouth. Jillenton didn't seem to know enough English to get around my word game, so I won.

Giving up the unequal contest, Jillenton got back to business, and asked.

"Why do you think there was no love in the world?"

"That's simple, they didn't have anything to sacrifice. Sacrifice is the greatest show of love, and in the world where you have everything, there is no sacrifice. Therefore there is no shown love. Without this love, it fades away." This oration by me made too much sense to be coming from my mouth. Jillenton seemed to be thinking the same thing, for he said.

"Who are you, and what have you done with the real human?"

We laughed at this. The jolly guffawing we shared gave me an idea. The small jest turned into a splendid idea.

"Humor!" I exclaimed, "That's how we'll make them happier!" Jillenton replied.

"There's only one problem, we don't have anyone funny around here."

I love sarcasm.

In three hours, Jillenton, and I had all things prepared. He had created another world of endless supplies. Which when he did, I asked him what did the janitor said when jumped out of the closet? Supplies!

"What's a janitor?" Was the only reply I got.

It was all set, my time of comedy. I had a stage in the sky, and would do stand up on that to please the people.

We gathered all the people from every corner of the world together. With my audiences sitting with anticipation, I walked onto the stage of the sky.

"Thanks folks for the swell turn out, and the swole," I said pointing to an extremely muscular man, landing my first joke.

"So I like to start my stand up with some tried, and true jokes...so why did the chicken cross the road?" This joke had mild support, still less than I hoped for.

"I like to add a little philosophy into my stand up. So humor very often is looking at truth in a different way. It could be just saying something surprising, or suddenly. It can, DUCK!...Oh sorry it was a red heron, my bad." This joke I loved, but the audiences just looked shorter for a second, then confused.

I continued my humorous rampage. I told them about the soap company. How they ran for Presidencies, and their foreign policy was being tough on Greece. Also how they dropped out of the race after twenty seconds because they were "all washed up".

I told them many more jokes. Pulling every source I could, and using every trick I knew to bring a smile to their face. But after a while they seemed to be unsatisfied, and restless. Some jerk face in the crowd booed me, and another suggested that someone else should tell jokes. When he said it I thought that was the punch line, but he took it badly when I laughed at his face.

Pretty soon the phase 'punch line' became literal, and chaotic violence ensued.

Another failed experiment. This one was more personal than the others, and cut me to the core. Though the attack on my life had left me permanently deformed, I assured Jillenton my resolve had never been stronger.

We started again with greater knowledge, and dedication. We outlined that this great world would need something for the people to do so they don't immediately turn to violence. Jillenton suggested work, the thought seemed outrageous to me, but I didn't have a better idea, so we put it in the world. I had the brilliant idea of putting technology into the world, so as time went on things would get easier. Jillenton put the idea that all men, and women should be treated equally in the law. We agreed to decorate the world with beauty, placing trees, flowers, and for kicks, clouds. We also both wanted mankind to have a strong sense of beauty, and a desire to create beauty.

There was an issue that we did have an argument over. This was either or not to give mankind complete freedom. Jillenton was opposed to it, they might use it for bad, and you saw how rude they were to a great comedian as yourself.

I hate not knowing whether someone is using sarcasm or not.

But I insisted on total freedom from outside forces. For if they didn't have freedom, Jillenton might make me be in subjection to him.

The last thing we needed was something to make life as meaningful as it could possibly be. Therefore we made death a constant.

Jillenton said that to make the best world, we are just reverting it back to how it was when he invaded it.

"Huh, yeah, well we had a good thing going here, until you messed it up," I said laughing at Jillenton's plunder.

With everything perfectly in place, we watched the world. I thought it was beautiful.

But I soon made a terrible plunder, and said to Jillenton.

"You know the funniest thing about this, is that a panda bear isn't really the 'god' of humans."

I thought this wouldn't be news to Jillenton, but I guess he really did believe that. For he was furious at me for lying to him.

I've never seen someone so mad at such a little thing, it was just a little lie, like a grape. But the size didn't matter, for soon he chased me out of his abode. Leaving no place, but to live in the world, we had created.

Though just a tad upset at this, I got over it. I was excited now to live in the world I had helped form, filled with freedom, love, and beauty.

My first night, I wanted to try out my freedom, so I walked up to a large man, and started insulting his mother. I had never met the poor women of course, but I wanted to flaunt my freedom. The man to whom the insults were thrown did not take them well. He punched me.

While on the ground whimpering at the results of my freedom, I was very upset. But then I looked around myself, seeing all the beauty that this world contained. Then I looked up, first at the giant pretty puff balls in the sky. Seeing their courageous color they produced when mixed with the light of the sun, a majestic royal blue, fading into purple.

I then looked further, past the clouds to the sky. A smile broke from my lips, then I laughed.