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| The snakes devoured Bad One's Uncertainty. Without Uncertainty, Bad One knew how they would escape: Ignorance with Uncertainty loses its bite, so Mesus and Bad One could easily squirm free. Mesus Morsel: Ignorance alone is harmless, and in fact unavoidable... but it does not mix well with confidence. |
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| Mesus and Bad One walked and walked, until they came upon some curious and enticing signage. Mesus was skeptical. Bad One was enthusiastic. Soon it was hard to go any other way. |
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| "Welcome to the Land of the Free*. Congratulations, YOU made IT!" "Tickets, please!" |
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| "No tickets? This will do." "Nom nom nom, welcome to the Land of the Free!" |
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| Just then they noticed the bug's name tag, but it was too late! "Hello, my name is Propaganada" |
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| Propaganda slithered away, and without its shiny countenance the woods looked a lot less inviting. |
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| "HELP!" "Hoi Mesus!" "Bad One!?" |
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| Mesus and Bad One climb up into Bad One's hot air balloon. But Mesus feels equally lost. |
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| What's the difference, he pondered, in the grand scheme of things. Then something funny started happening. The balloon started to fall. The combined weight of freedom and regret was too much for Bad One's escape vehicle. Mesus had to choose, and he chose Freedom... or this story would be a lot less interesting. |
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| Without regret they sailed onward. Soon afterwards, Bad One spotted land! |
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| They jumped to safety... |
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| ... but their escape with Freedom was far from complete. |
