Like soft leather furniture, or certain types of bread, Italian has decided to specialise in something.  With this in mind, he has decided to revolutionise the media...

"Friends, I come here with no agenda, except that of encouraging the participation of the LISTENERS of speeches to newspapers.

How am I going to do that?  I'm glad you asked.  I have created a number of short questionnaires which you can fill in and then leave them anonymously for me to collect and collate. 

I will then publish the findings, in a newspaper, which I will also read out here on this very streets.

It really is as simple as that.

So, have a look at the QUESTIONAIRE and fill it in ANONYMOUSLY.

We will be looking at topics such as humour, and comedy in this first issue.

So come along!  Read THIS and follow the instructions."

Italian looks forward to reading the completed leaflets... 

"Two responses so far - and quite diverse opinions so far!"

Oh i definitely need help 

Bacon participated in the survey and submitted a form per the request. After placing the form in the ballot box, he proceeded down the streets to go about his day. 

Freyja glanced around the streets with a familiar voice of the fallen kuku, she couldnt help but wonder if the same whiney church priest ringing the bell on each corner was their go to business idea, she rarely even breathed in the same direction as them to be fair, grabbing her flask filled with whiskey taking a look at the paper the gaunt man was shoving into people's faces was distasteful, rolling her eyes as he approached her she raised her hand gesturing to stop as she snatched the paper reading the questionnaire  a mirthful laugh escaped her lips as she answered them  briefly leaning against the bench.

Scrunching it up she threw it at the Italian head. Before taking her leave.

Seeing as how there is approximately 80 to 90 people active daily I would say an adequate number would be 60 to 70 responses. Otherwise this is  will not be valid.

And Terrah would know what's adequate, she graduated with honours in Fictional Studies from the Imaginary University of Nowhere after all.

Admiral Ackbar was strolling down the road after a long day of work. It didn't take long until his peacefull stroll was interrupted by a weird looking guy handing out the a form to anyone that even came remotely close to the chap. The poor soul completely lost his mind after many family members of his has either committed suicide or got killed by insulting high-ranking members of the mob.

Admiral took a sharp left and walked the other way. Better to leave this one alone...

Does anyone know where that fella handing out the questionnaires has gone? 

I wanted to fill one in too. Never mind. I'm sure he'll be back. 

It seems he has left the streets for a bit. Big_Paul heard the shouting earlier, but it seems to have quieted down.

Hunter, and Big_Paul - worry not, I'm getting the results ready for publication.

Can't wait. This is the most intriguing speech since Spike claimed he was the victim of his own power move... from his underground bunker on the west coast... whilst everyone else was doing the job for him.

I wonder why the original orator was killed.

FredFingersInHisEars

I'm just a reject kid at recess playin' games with her make-believe friends