Kevin Unclogs the Toilet

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Jan 3

A Story of Pure Fiction

The manager of the hotel (or, "Stable Mighty Emperor Genius Maganificent Adiposity*" as he prefers to be called) called Kevin on his private, "Master Only Line."

"Kevin? What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Well, I … "

"Get down here. Now! I have a pipe I need you to unclog!"

"Are you serious? I'm in the fight of my political life here! And, anyway, I don't know plumbing."

"Get down here. Or, you'll never get my endorsement again. Come clean my pipes and I'll make sure you get the position you deserve."

"I don't know how to clean pipes!"

"Get down here. I'll show you everything you need to know."

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A few hours later, at taxpayer's expense, Kevin arrived and was ushered into SMEGMA's anteroom to wait. After a few hours without any communication, a scantily clad model ushered Kevin into SMEGMA's office which stank of rotting, overcooked Brussel sprouts, slug slime, and limburger cheese gone bad.

Kevin began extending his hand, but the odor nearly knocked him down. He jerked his hand back reflexively. He reeled from the Putrid smell and steadied himself by putting his hand on a nearby table. Unfortunately, it rested ever so briefly on a plate of cold catsup-covered French fries. The hand that was supposed to steady him instead slid violently off the table causing him to twist as he fell through the air and smacked hard into the rug. The thought flashed through his mind: "Thank God he's got really large piles." (Unlike his iPhone, Kevin's brain had no autocorrect.)

One of the hard metal legs of an ergonomic chair nearly hit his skull. Kevin cried out in fear, pain, and outrage. The fall and twist and pain combined to disorient Kevin. The laugh disoriented him even more. "Whose (Unlike his iPhone, Kevin's brain had no autocorrect.)

laughing? Why? I nearly broke my arm — and my head. And what is that smell?"

"That was great, Kevy. Do it again!"

"Do what again? Are you serious? I damn near killed myself!"

"So what? It gave me pleasure. Well, never mind. The moment is at lapsed." (This brain was missing more than a spell-check app!).

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"Look, Master, I have a fight to get back to. Can you just tell me where the pipes are you need cleaned. And, what is that smell?!"

"Just like everyone else who'se everyone held office held, I may have had people flush classified documents down the toilet. It's the most beautiful golden toilet in the world, by the way, the universe, the galaxy, even the whole solar system!"

"Fine. Where are your tools?"

"Tools? Don't you know? All you fools are my tools! You're cleaning my pipes with your body. Some send me their rent money. Oh, it does make me laugh. Now, get in there and clean. And, I'll just might make sure your Talker of the House."

"It's actually called…never mind. You want me to dive into the toilet in order to clean it? I mean, couldn't I drown?"

"It doesn't matter dear, so long as I am satisfied."