Disaster Edition

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We drive down the street where a newly renovated apartment building has balloons outside the rental office.

Messiah:  Gaga, what if there weren't no balloons?

Gaga:  ...Any balloons, Messiah.  What if there weren't any balloons?

Messiah:  Yeah.

Gaga:  Where?  At the party store?  Walgreen's?  The grocery store?

Messiah: ANYWHERE!

Gaga:  Uh...um...

Julian:  Messiah.  Nothing would change.  The world would be the same.  Technically, it wouldn't make any difference at all.

Gaga:  Well, I don't know...I think it would be sad if there were no balloons anywhere.  Balloons are fun! They're colorful and make people happy.  I like balloons.

Messiah:  OK, so what if there weren't any?

Gaga:  I guess we'd have to buy more flowers and party hats and decorations.  We'd still find a way to celebrate.

Messiah:  I think it would be bad.  Very bad. 

Julian:  Messiah, don't worry.  There will always be balloons.

Messiah:  PHEW.


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