Friday, May 20, 2016 1:33 AM: Took a sleeping pill two hours ago and yet my mind still doesn’t want to go to sleep
I just saw a video on Facebook about a very obese cat who was learning to swim in an effort to lose weight and it made me feel very sad for the cat. Like, is the cat so fat that it can’t do things that cats do? I’ve heard of cats that get so fat that they can’t groom themselves properly, or be as agile as they used to be, and doesn’t that make them feel sad? Can cats feel sad? I have two cats, one is fat, and when he’s stealing the leftover pizza crust and doritos from my desk, does he realize that he’s only contributing to his downfall? Or is the emotional joy that he gains from eating these treats, and stealing the food from my much smaller cat, simply too enjoyable for him to stop? Do cats feel joy? Do cats realize the basics of cause and effect? The world may never know.
“Let me tell you about a real hero my boy, his name is Tarboy nothing like you ever seen before” “once there was these rich fat cats,Grunt blunt and c---I can't remember the last one along with their secretary (y/n),see they ruled the world with their greed there slaves work day and night in the mines” ”doing what” ”WORKING they clinked and they klanked and they pushed and they pulled and there limbs kept rusting and there joints where sore, and they clinked and they klanked and they pushed and they pulled and they worked and they worked”Gosh” ”Until one day, the fat cats found a new and improved way of killing the ground, and they chopped up the slaves and they just threw them away” “ um where?” “ INTO THE TAR PIT MY BOY, INTO THE TAR, where they sank and they melted but they didn't die, there memory chips survived and infused with the tar, they all hungered for revenge for there horrid shit ridden death” “ you swore” “Shut up Billy, anyway out of the tar came a boy made of tar, he called himself Tarboy, and boy was he mad all of his mind was filled with the pain of millions of robot slaves, for he was them a million murdered robot souls and every one of them wanting revenge, unbeknownst the the others our dear (y/n) fell into the tar destroying her physical body but making her a new tar one” “so what happened then” “A fantastical malastical battle between the rich and the Tarboy, you want to hear about a real hero Billy, It all began at the water cooler”
At the cooler you see the three fat cats talking and making fun of things, one of them get some water from it before the water starts to turn black, a bubble pops scaring them, the cooler them explode Tarboy jumping out and behind them. Tarboy growls and the three scream. One runs out of the door while the other two get mauled by the boy. Tarboy looks back at the cooler that was dripping more tar, tar that was not his. A figure soon gets molded into a woman made of tar, Tarboys tar heart races and his face heats up, melting it a little. Grabbing the ripped off arm of one of the cats, he shapes and arm the look like a flower before getting on one knee and presenting it to her, although she had no face she was not amused and grabbed grabbed him, his nonexistent face full of bliss before throwing him out of the room. He turns his head to see three robots, each having weapons going to try and kill him. The first one shoots bullets at him but Tarboy misses them all before kicking him in the face, the second one tries to hit him with a bat but Tarboy jus punches him, the third one turns his arm into a nuke launcher before shooting a nuke at the boy made of tar, but Tarboy just grabs it with one hand throwing it back with one hand, he goes to look back in the room for (y/n) but she was already gone.
“ But grandpa if they were both made of tar why did (y/n) not help him” “ good question Billy, It was because she was treated like royalty and given her own to command, she grew loyal to the fat cats not going to betray them”
Tarboy chases after the last fat cat Blunt but is surprised when the door behind him slams shut, he is walking with a white siloet, he turns around but sees nothing unaware of the creature coming behind him, before the creature can grab his head a squeak of a door is herd before a janitor turns on the light, unaware of the two, Tarboy looks around and spots the creature before looking back at the janitor, after a few seconds he notices the two before turning the light back off.
The two fight in a black room flashes only lighting up Tarboy getting shot and and Tarboy snapping the creatures neck. “So did he beat the bad guys?” “I'm afraid not, the fat cats where cunning they had figured out his weakness and had (y/n) lead him straight into their trap.”
A faint blue light shows the siloet of the robots before one slams a button, revealing the room to be a oven. He looks up to see (y/n) and Blunt, Blunt smoking while smiling and (y/n) standing right beside him. Tarboy falls to his knees as he starts melting the memory chips start fading, he reaches out to (y/n) hoping she would help him, but she still stands still.
“ But if he melted and the bad guys got away then how do you know about this grandpa” “Because every foul deed leaves a stain on this world Billy, and despite all there sins of weaker men, there be someone left to clean up their mess, but you know what I think a piece of Tarboy escaped that day, that he's out there somewhere searching for the rest of his body and the love of his life, and when it’s found our masters will see there ruin on that day Tarboy is complete once more and he will take his love away from the mess, even if its by force.”
So they've built a brand, sold naming rights and corporate packages. But no-one in football got rich on their own. The fat cats would be nowhere without your season ticket money, the shirt on your back and the Sky subscription. Sure, the game needs money. It even needs brands. But part of the game is to be a good sport and look after the game handed down to us by our fathers. Ask yourself: are they playing fair?