Once upon a time, there was a very vain king. He liked to show off a lot. One of his favourite ways of showing off was to buy expensive and fashionable clothes, such as Applecrumbles&Stitch, Pravda, Jordano, MSG, Allele et all, etc...
He was not one given to thrift; every year, he had a parade on his birthday. This one year, he wanted it to be a bit special. He posted advertisements for up and coming fashion designers to come up with a new birthday suit for him to wear during the parade. In the end, he was very impressed by the promises of a great design by a pair of promising youngsters from Shush Kitties. In truth, there were very good designs that had already been presented to him by designers from as far as Central Antarctic Ocean and Papaya Republic, but since they were foreign and of dubious intent, he rejected. In addition, Shush Kitties came with high recommendations from many of his ministers, and he personally knew one of the young fellows, who was a cousin twice removed from his uncle's wife's cousin's side.
Finally, the day came for the grand parade. The King had paid $%$29190478294.28 for this grand affair, and he appeared before the great crowd on national Utube, riding atop his grand steed, in his newly completed attire.
Unsurprisingly, he was very happy and proud.
Celebrations were always very big in his country, and even more so when the subject of celebration was the king himself. It was no understatement to say that he outdid himself this year. The streets were specially paved with gold. Countless lights were put up on the trees (some of which started to catch fire). To show the colourful lights off in broad daylight would have been impossible, so the king cleverly had a large dark blanket drawn over the whole city, which was actually a Fluid Screen, which showed past images of himself, such as one where he first learned how to ride a bike at age 3.
Unprecedented.
It was a big success. The crowd cheered wildly. Then a little boy hacked onto the national Utube and laughed, "THE KING IS NAKED!"
Soon the cheers changed into raucous laughter. The king became very angry. He quickly retired, and no one is sure what happened after that, and even I am not sure, but they say in Papaya Republic that the crowd was dispersed amicably with mild showers of water and the fogging machines (no one knows where they came from) started to malfunction, filling the streets with a choking mist.
An emergency was declared, and it was determined that there was a threat to national security. The next few months, the land was in chaos. The National Audit found strange inconsistencies in the parade's money matters. A video appeared where the Royal Fashioner was caught mumbling to a behind a curtain the word "Exacta". And the little boy was never seen again.
Until this day, whenev------
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Soul: Whenev--- what??? Finish the story, my friend. Pray do not leave me hanging.
Dark: I finished it. All the books end in that manner. The author never finished it.
Soul: Hmmm??? So what is the point of that story?
Dark: You are looking for a moral in that story? My dear friend, did you not just ask me to tell you a joke? I merely did just that. But if you insist... If there is a moral in that story somewhere, it would probably be...
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