He was sitting in his room, looking up at the ceiling that moved in such an amazing circular motion, was it going clockwise or counter-clockwise? Which way was clockwise again? Wise. Wisdom. Yes, this was something good to think about and Revan did it regularly, it was something that a King must do at times, especially when he has nowhere to rule.

What would he think about? Most people wondered, but the answer wasn't that simple. What DIDN'T he think about? The vast reaches of his mind touched on all angles of the sphere. What he was thinking about now however, was the most important thought he had mustered all day. Mustard, what an underrated condiment. Everyone is always using ketchup, no one stops to think about the other ones. Shame.

"What to do, what to do. Hm. Do. That rhymes with Kuku. Yes. He is who I aspire to be."

Jumping up from his bed he ran out into the streets, he needed something to talk about, anything, or else the people would have no reason to listen to his inane self. Perhaps he would talk about a hot topic, but what? There was nothing really worth talking about at this point, but then he thought about what Kuku would do. Make some shit up.  Yes.

"Ahem. Are the leaders really working for our best interest? They're all just doing the same thing over and over, no one really stopping to think that perhaps we shouldn't do that. That's bad. Why? Because. I don't like it. Also when people get auth and they're people I know already, that's bad. I think Philadelphia will fall apart soon because of this."

He had them all captivated. He had done it, he was going to have a lot of people viewing this spectacle. He had become the Kuku, and it was all he had ever wanted. :)