Sometimes in the morning when the Roommate Formerly Known as The Candy Formerly Known as Eye and I get on the train, we sit in seats that face each other. My seat faces all the forward facing seats in the car, and as I gaze upon the faces of the people, I feel compelled to give a speech, something that starts off with “My loyal subjects . . .”
The decrees I would make would be petty – “Peon 5 to Seat 12” and “Metra Man, fuck me” – and a clear abuse of my power, but I am sure that given enough time, the people would grow to love me, their benevolent ruler.
Ah, if only.
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Yeah, I'm sure. That or they'd start construction on a guillotine. Some demands I'd be willing to comply with, though.
You need to shorten "roommate's" name. TRFKATCFKAE... or maybe just "Trefkat".
I sort of like his name the way it is, though.
Something about how it's better to be feared than loved if you want to maintain power.
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