Fueling the Machine

A man with chubby cheeks and a red nose stepped up on a stool, to reach the tall microphone. He spit, to confirm the mic was operating. An audience of ninety nine men and women, wearing tattered, grey clothes looked at the squat man. He scratched his bald head that shined like a polished coin, and spoke into the mic, with an empathetic tone:

“We understand the plight in our world. The disease; the poverty and the hunger. It affects us as much as it affects you. I ask you to donate to save our planet from the clutches of this darkness. Donate! I will match the total sum of your collective effort! Together, let us save this world!”

The man rose his arms, as if her were a god and the audience cheered and whistled and clapped.

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