A man wearing clothes walks to the Streets.  He uses his mouth to start to talk to the people on the Streets.  The people listen with their ears

"Many people have approached me asking what my name means.  You see, I was named after my father, who was quite a powerful guy around these parts.  His suits were bold, he had people working alongside him and beneath him.  Left, right, up, down.  You name it, he had it.  Straight up and down and back to front and home again."

"But for whatever reason, someone shot him down with a gun with bullets in it and his bodyguards were unable to defend him.  Neither were the people to the left, the right and below him.  Dozens of people were around him when he fell and not one man Jack of them tried to help."

"So why am I telling this story?  Because it is how things are done.  Word of mouth.  Except in the printed press sold by the men with hands holding newspapers.  They also tell things.  But do they speaketh the truth?"

"And to finish, I will just say this."

* Money-B looks on at this WWJ chap * 

I think, Jeramy was in the State Correctional Facility for the Mentally Insane. Sleeping comfortably in the bed with straps, enjoying spa time in the tub that shocks. I too can string nonsensical words together that make the sense that doesn't.  

* MB looks off in the distance, appearing to hear the soft mermings a little louder * 

Jeremy spoke in class today

Jeremy spoke in class today

Bender over hears Money-B putting in effort to not talk normally. He gasps in utter shock "AUWWHHH!" He looks down to his chocolate wrapper covered in lipstick writing "P I S S  A N T" He felt like the whole thing had been a lie, and this underground movement's leader was infact, WILLING to put effort in to stuff.

"Well, screw this!" Bender half arsedly raised his hand to clutch at the wrapper stuck to the inside of his lapel. He swiped and missed like a toddler.

"Ahh, screw this too... " He gave up trying to throw the self made club badge away in anger and just left it there.

Bender did over hear a comment that amused him, greatly.

"...his bodyguards were unable to defend him.  Neither were the people to the left, the right and below him." Bender thought to himself, if he were being paid by a chump to stand around taking bullets to protect them, anywhere but infront of them is where'd he stand too.  "Heheheh" Bender decided instead of the usual way, he'd use his hands to walk off with, down the road.

And to finish you will just say what?  Was that it?  That's all we get?  There's no more?  Ugh!  I waited for hours to hear the end of the story, and then there was nothing.  Sigh.  

So, now I have to ask...

Where was Jeremy?  Perhaps the better questions are:  

     Who is Jeremy?

     Why should people are about people of the past?

     How many licks does it take to get to the center of a ... wait, maybe that one doesn't belong here.

Why do we always bring up the past?  Is there something important about the past that we need to know?  Because if there's something important that we need to know, that speech you gave doesn't really give me much detail.  

It does, however, tell me:  People talk out of their mouths, guns have bullets and people shoot those guns, and that people listen with their ears.  

Jeremy shuffles back, on his feet, which are in shoes, at the end of his legs, which are in trousers, which are made of cotton, that he got from a shop, where they were made, by a tailor

"Bender, your thoughts and good and your point is good and I like your fashionwear."

"But tell me this, Bender, are these Streets the best place to discuss something that that, like that thing that you just said, with words, that came out of your mouth?"

Bender stopped doing a hand stand and stood up to allow normal blood-flow around his body and brain to resume, in order to ponder the question raised by someone looking for jeremy.

"That's an outrageous question and it has no answer. Like you, when I informed you your mother is overweight and promiscuous. Just now with the words exiting my word hole. BAHAHAH" Bender continues laughing to himself. After an extraordinarily long chuckle at his own 'diss' Bender takes out a cigar, lights it and begins obnoxiously blowing clouds of smoke into the faces of passers by.

Why on Earth would someone question the necessity to say "Well, screw this!" and "Ahh, screw this too..." just because it was said in the streets? Bender wondered whether he might need to be more selective with whom he deals the more hardcore narcotics.