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by bofa xesjum

it was in the year d-4433. david delmont woke up with a feeling of despair. it was a dark and dreary morning. his worst dream was about to come true. the bill for his life was due. despite being designated, when he was a middle school student, as a possible president of the world federation, aand most likely in his class to succeed, david had never amounted to diddly. and today - was the day. when david had won his diploma back in the day, he had also was awarded seven points - two for being named most likely to succeed, four for being designated a possible future president, of the federation, and one because the scorer liked his looks. when the graduation ceremony was over, and david found himself out in the street blinking in the sunlight, he had been immediately accosted by a couple of villains named eddie the egg and frankie the fan. eddie was called “the egg” for no particular reason. neither his head nor his body was shaped like an egg. but he had to be called something. nobody knew why frankie was called “the fan”. or if fan meant fan like an electrical appliance that blew cold air, or fan like a paper or bamboo artifice that the empress of japan might use to cool herself on a summer day, or fan like a football fan. when eddie and frankie first encountered david, they told him that they would like to buy his points from him. they explained that ninety-nine out of one hundred graduates were never able to redeem their points before they expired, but that they, eddie and frankie, would give him three cents on the dollar for them, cash up front, and that he would actually have the money in hand to actually buy some real stuff. david politely declined. eddie and frankie did not argue, or tell david that he would see them around, but just told him to have a nice day and took their leave. david had laughed when he saw them disappear down the street. three cents on the dollar! life stretched out before him like a long rainbow road littered with endless success stories. the world was his oyster, whatever an oyster was. he would conquer it and make it his and make it beautiful. he decided to have a real cup of coffee, or maybe a martini, before conquering it. that was then. now was now. things had not worked out. he had been lost in the crowd. and trampled in the stampede, of people exactly like himself, who had been voted most likely to succeed. some of them had actually succeeded - for a little while. he had walked every road and found them dusty, or sometimes muddy. he had been whipped by the rain and drifted in the snow. he had looked in every face and found no friend. he had knocked on every door and heard no footsteps. except those behind him. he had come to the end of the trail. the sun was setting over the lonesome pines. in the distance, a lonesome whistle blew. as david was standing in the street musing on these sorrowful tidings, somebody bumped into him. he looked around. who should he see before him but eddie the egg and frankie the fox. neither of them looked a day older than he had seen them so many lifetimes ago. do you remember me? david asked them. of course, said eddie rte egg, we remember everybody. can you guys help me out? david asked. even a nickel will do, for a last cup of coffee. we can do better than that, frankie the fox said. we can set you straight, but this time you have to do just what we say, and not give us any lip or disrespect. is it a deal? yes, david said. i place myself in your hands. unreservedly. come along then, frankie said. there is a mcdonalds right here, let’s go inside. eddie bought a cup of coffee and gave it to david, and they led david over to a corner table. wait here, frankie told david, and we will be right back with your new instructions. another one bites the dust, eddie said, when he and frankie were back outside on the street. forget about him, frankie said, we have a busy day ahead if us.