I'd Rather Be Running The Game Than

It Is Always Man's Ideas Which Drive His Actions. This Has, At Times, Resulted In Great Evil; But As We Look Around Us, We Cannot Doubt That It Has Resulted In Greater Good.

There Was A Sergeant At A Desk. I Knew He Was A Sergeant Because I Recognized The Marks On His Uniform, And I Knew It Was A Desk Because It's Always A Desk. There's Always Someone At A Desk, Except When It's A Table That Functions As A Desk. You Sit Behind A Desk, And Everyone Knows You're Supposed To Be There, And That You're Doing Something That Involves Your Brain. It's An Odd, Special Kind Of Importance. I Think Everyone Should Get A Desk; You Can Sit Behind It When You Feel Like You Don't Matter.

I’ve Heard It Said: ‘by His Home You Shall Know Him’; And We All Know That We Must Pay Attention To Anyone Who Reverses The Subject And Auxiliary Verb In His Sentence.

The Others Followed, And Found Themselves In A Small, Stuffy Basement, Which Would Have Been Damp, Smelly, Close, And Dark, Were It Not, In Fact, Well-lit, Which Prevented It From Being Dark.

Plan. Yes. Good Idea. I Should Come Up With A Plan.