Mirror Mirror On The Wall [Infinite Jest]

The very moment Feather Ranger Red tried to make one last fantastic pose before following up with an exaggerated attack, everything went black. It was dark as a moon-less night. No one could see where they are. A commotion began to rise. It was a noise of confusion and irritation. First the camera and now this? What kind of bullshit keeps happening? They were on a schedule!

"Who the hell cut off the lights?! Hey, Jared. Do something about it!"


A shuffle of movement would begin to indicate he was looking for the switch. It was such a goddamn pain in the ass having to deal with these stuffy camera assholes and their stupid beloved actors. He certainly adored Feather Ranger as a kid, but sometimes he just needs that raise to even justify working for this dump.

The arrange was set in movement and with the haziness being set up for the time being, the one of wax had to drag their reasonable share of the weight once more. It was a bit wretched, to say the slightest to how moderate things were going on almost, scoping the put out some time recently going off in one specific course or the other. They had bounty of alternatives, pulling the plug was something that the one of wax enjoyed exceptionally much. Be that as it may, there were a few issues that came around pulling the plug, it nearly pulled the plug on the whole operation. That nearly came around due to the activities of one comrade of theirs that appeared to be holding themselves very pleasantly, but the same quick-witted judgment call made them choose against it for the time being. The strolls were long, taking off the one of wax to think around how much more time would it take for them to completely total the task and get out of there in one piece. They were licking their lips in energy, pondering when the next piece of chaos would start and orchestrate.

So distant, as they proceeded their walk, a voice showed up int he head of those taking part in arrange to fundamentally express their restlessness with the bunch. Of course, it appeared like they were taking their sweet time, but it wasn't on reason at the exceptionally slightest. They were finding out what the leading course of action was, but it appeared to be pissing off the advocate a small bit. With that being said, a little arrange was being comprised of the three doing their partitioned parts. It included moving into position and making beyond any doubt that they could tell the finest joke ever. Of course, the one of wax got to do a small more of the fun stuff as the other went into the position of murdering the lights.

With that being done, it appeared as in the event that the others that were interior of the room didn't know what was happening. The most excellent thing that they could do was to go around seeing the lights and at that point exchanging them on. In any case, sometime recently they could get a chance to do that, the one of wax would take this chance to go back to where the statue is in arrange to see in the event that he could cause a huge sufficient diversion for the entertainers on stage.

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the bad guys wont get criss crossed today beat the ranger rusty red applesauce the bird flew the coop but it was a night owl and now everything was never existing. the lady killed the seeing with the trouble buttons just as planned never the wiser always the dumber puppets in the nothing in there heads there was nothing but lies. He will be proud of this. Chaos indeed.

the nothing was funny it was a funny joke but it wasnt the punchline that came later it was a slapstick joke it was the inside but outside everything was gone for good guys beat the bad guys under the mask tired eye stalks. they chuckled at the joke.
puppets dont snicker.
only the humans chortled.
they would make the puppets hilarious so they could be real boys and girls they would get the joke it was all lies the joke was never existing like the puppets in the nothing in their heads a fake game the rules were unfair tag youre out game over.

dark was laughing at them with rotting choking hug the love of nothing loved them and it was friends it would let them be absent. it hated the eyes equally the fake cheshire cat watching and waiting for the toys to rust into dusty red and it will scream. it was a quiet joke the laughing must be in time out game over. but the muscle puppet glowed like eyes it loved the dark like cancer oozing festering rot offensive to the offensive. this light was ignorant never the wiser always the lies in wait the wax was waning to maim the red ranger rusty dusty.
slapstick joke. hilarious.

a crash to rash action brash and trash rotting filth clogging the gutters werent able to see in the choke. you are safe eye stalk no one will hurt you ssh big brother will pay your head and everyone will be friends together in stitches from the doctors. the second part of the joke starts it is a funny joke it is about vacation. laugh puppets giggle on the rusty dust to choke the eyes zip zoom distractionary dont look this way eyes forward no questions stay in line chin up head straight oR eLsE.
the punchline cant hear in the nothing when the nobody listens to not it wont be nothing soon it will be eyes and laughing.

exit stage right.

m0v3m3nt:

Within the blackness, there was a loud sudden thud and someone yelled out in immediate subsequent shock and pain. It brought a sudden jolt in everyone's spine, save for perhaps the team that was lurking around. It was worrying, but also nerve-wracking in this expanse of dark where no one can see.

"What the fu--"



"Jack, stay there and don't move.
Yo, Jared what the hell's taking so long?!"


It was chaos in the stage. What seemed to be a normal gig for your average superhero power ranger show, it turned out to be much darker than intended. There was going to be so much trash to cut out. Despite it all, the rest of the guards inside began to fiddle with their own flashlights as well, now that it was apparent someone was getting hurt. Worst of it all, it was the star of their show. How could anything go so wrong?

the laughing.
the laughing the laughing it was loud a loud sound sCrEaMiNg with laughter. the puppets chuckled nervously as the red ranger laughed. he got the joke. this was the joke the joke was life it was a funny joke it was a cruel joke the good guys never won like weekend criss cross apple sauce.
They all deserved this. Every. Last. One.
he left with the punchline a little wiser never the dumber how sinister the stage graveyard could be rotting choking filth and bile and dusty rusty red flakes of nothing and everything. all was not a playgerism in the stage of a world graveyard coughing up bodies and lies the madmen were in sane spirits of the afterworld graveyard.

everyone would know this the truth undeniable fact of the matter is the truth is scarier than lies in the graveyard breathing rusty dusty red clogged filth. everyone would hear this joke and laugh with screaming they would understand the real danger that everything was nothing. the city was the danger choking in lies good men turned against each other from the beginning. The enemy was themselves. They would rescue the children for their own good. They wouldn't understand but they didn't understand the mess they were making rotting clogged gutter trash of deceit.

a smile under the MaGnIfIcEnT BeArD.  from one to all and none the zeroes zipped zoomily in the choke of dead dreamy eyes clouding the joke with smoke like a fire alarm pull it he said it would make things easier. the punchline was coming the punchline was coming they couldnt stop at the best part topsy turvy twisty twine like garot wire strangle the filth where the eyes died in the nothing. the lady killer is a killer lady.
she gets to tell the joke and the puppet would giggle gurgle with rusty red laughter ranger and he gets to tell her a plastic secret.
violence is silence in the graveyard stage playing pick up jacks criss cross apple sauce there own lies would slay the crowd it was a better lie clever girl.
dont get caught before the punchline no one can know the ending to the joke until the final bell rings class dismissed. they would leave too many puppets no one would see the eyes were blind cats on the wall fake and unfair but they would go too. He told them to.

m0v3m3nt:

Soon enough the lights were back on. It was going to be easy to see that there was some kind of statue that was laying on top of the Feather Red Ranger. The guards and even the monster actors moved to help him up. It was surely a commotion to be sure...

Additional Key:

eyes open shut from the choking nothing and everything was the truth. the laughing started in a round sound bouncing off the grounded was the red ranger in danger of being crushed under the weight of the lies in a stage graveryard. rusty red dust crushed under a bust the giddily started to spur in the consequences. everything was nothing before them unseen they couldnt be stopped freeze tag end the game once and for all for one plastic secret.

chaos was the key get the plastic secret to kill the cats with grinning wall eyes prying unfairly dont get cot or play the unfunny game with the right side down frowns mouthing fouls as a dusty puppet. olly olly oxen free from walking dolls empty chuckles the BeArD wax go generously giving the lady the flying time an arrow to tell the joke to the emptyness dread her punchline it was a funny joke.
but they had to be alone.
that was the funny thing.

a giggling gurgling on bile lies in wait for the punchline is it anyway the lady would amble rambling bramble to a secret plastic with a plastic secret no one will ever know it is. the cheshire cats on the wall eyes that werent there cant scream with cut tails it was obtuse to ponder but the politics of them.
He will be happy.

they took a warbling to the past backwards forwards in motion when the lady killer beelines to the puppet MaGnIfIcEnT BeArD proud skritching of itchy joy. in a mangled mind the lady wistfully japed him on the nape in a slapstick joke to get the plastic secret never the wiser always the dumber they wouldnt find another grounded rusty puppet when the eyes were alive with the sound of laughing.
like screaming yowling wall cats blissly ignorant of violence in silence curtain falls applause apple souce criss cross the red ranger couldnt beat them if they werent the bad guys. two wrongs make a right to make the dolls fall forever never and always they would get the joke it was a funny joke.

everyone screamed in delight of the rusty dusty red ranger under the busted lie and friendship bickered dangerously in companions of the opposites.
This was the solution. They would draw them all together, for better or worse. In chaos there is harmony, a lasting peace.
All would agree.

m0v3m3nt:

The guard that was still near the switch couldn't have seen it coming. He did notice a step behind him, but the moment he turned, he was knocked out in a sudden forceful blow. With the music going on, it was easy to mask the sound of his collapse and especially as his co-workers were still busy trying to help their star...

The fruits of their labor were bloodily sweet, the nectar of silenced voices. Delicious. She bent down to forage through her prey's pockets to grab their prize: a keycard. This was plumply pleasing. Now is the time to close the curtain.

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Just a little further...

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Almost there...

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They would leave them in the chaos presently, licking her lips to taste the blood.

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