Everyday Yeah three hundred and fifty-nine

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A giant was on the news. He was telling the mayor that he’d destroy the city if his demands weren’t met. The giant said he wanted a holiday dinner and for a family to love him. The mayor said he wasn’t sure if he could do that and the giant ripped a fire hydrant out of the sidewalk and plugged the spouting water with a child. A mother screamed and the giant stuck the hydrant on her head. The mayor said, “We’ll see what we can do,” and he went to huddle with his advisors in the corner. Everyday Yeah and I were watching the whole thing unfold. He had a bowl of chips. The clicker was tossed in the corner. I had a plate of rice. We only had one channel. We were both drinking cups of water. The clicker was useless. Everyday Yeah said they should bring in a dozen elephants to act as a family for the giant and for the feast they would eat the eldest member of the clan of ivory trunks. The mayor returned from his committee. A reporter ran up to him and asked if he had made his decision. One of the mayor’s guards pushed the camera out of the way. The mayor told the giant, “We can give you free counseling at the recreation center and a gift certificate to Applebee’s.” The giant threw a car in the river and ate one of the mayor’s advisors. At this point the mayor said he would ask the committee if they could possibly rethink their offer. He waddled over to them. They had yet to leave the corner. They shared a brief exchange of words. The mayor quickly returned to the giant. “Follow me,” the mayor said. The giant wanted to know why. The mayor said the giant’s family was over there. The giant followed. Everyday Yeah said it might be best if the giant didn’t follow the mayor around the corner. The giant followed the mayor around the corner. Everyday Yeah was right. A sniper’s bullet found the center of the giant’s head. He toppled quickly. The mayor was a hero. Channel four caught the action and made sure to tell us that they were bringing us the exclusive footage for the giant slaying.




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