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In the beginning there were liars that spoke in fabrications:
fabricated stories, fabricated food, and fabricated typewriters.
Soon, the liars fabricated people and these people
were gullible, believing in fabricated fabrics, fabricated clocks
and the law.

The fabricated people were content with their fabricated coffee
and the liars were happy that someone would believe
their fluffed-up words. But the overseeing politicians
were jealous of the liars and wanted to make
something of their own.

They crammed themselves into a minivan and
discussed the possibilities, then mulled them over
for a period of days while they swam in their sweat.
After the fourth day, a shout emanated from the trunk
and all the politicians broke for some fabricated sandwiches,
then reconvened an hour later.

The sweatiest politician pitched his idea to his fellow
pit-stained comrades and they all agreed with a grunt.
So all the politicians split up to get supplies. Some
went to the local crafts store, some went to the junkyard,
and the rest took a nap.

When they had hammered and soldered and glued until
they were satisfied, one politician said: "What shall we
call it?" All sat with furrowed brows and with their
heads resting on their meaty fists, pondering. They all
came up with names, but couldn't agree on one, so
they decided to vote.

When the votes were tallied up, the politicians held a
big ball where they would announce the winner. After the
final fabricated dance, the fabricated champagne was poured
into fabricated glasses to toast the politicians' creation.
The announcer cleared his throat as the microphone hummed
then said one word: War.

Immediately after War was set loose, the liars
and the fabricated people went and bought fabricated guns
then started shooting each other with them. Nothing
could stop the fabricated bullets from flying because World Peace
was also fabricated, and the blood collected in puddles,
and created tears.

Description
In the beginning there were liars that spoke in fabrications:
fabricated stories, fabricated food, and fabricated typewriters.
Soon, the liars fabricated people and these people
were gullible, believing in fabricated fabrics, fabricated clocks
and the law.

The fabricated people were content with their fabricated coffee
and the liars were happy that someone would believe
their fluffed-up words. But the overseeing politicians
were jealous of the liars and wanted to make
something of their own.

They crammed themselves into a minivan and
discussed the possibilities, then mulled them over
for a period of days while they swam in their sweat.
After the fourth day, a shout emanated from the trunk
and all the politicians broke for some fabricated sandwiches,
then reconvened an hour later.

The sweatiest politician pitched his idea to his fellow
pit-stained comrades and they all agreed with a grunt.
So all the politicians split up to get supplies. Some
went to the local crafts store, some went to the junkyard,
and the rest took a nap.

When they had hammered and soldered and glued until
they were satisfied, one politician said: "What shall we
call it?" All sat with furrowed brows and with their
heads resting on their meaty fists, pondering. They all
came up with names, but couldn't agree on one, so
they decided to vote.

When the votes were tallied up, the politicians held a
big ball where they would announce the winner. After the
final fabricated dance, the fabricated champagne was poured
into fabricated glasses to toast the politicians' creation.
The announcer cleared his throat as the microphone hummed
then said one word: War.

Immediately after War was set loose, the liars
and the fabricated people went and bought fabricated guns
then started shooting each other with them. Nothing
could stop the fabricated bullets from flying because World Peace
was also fabricated, and the blood collected in puddles,
and created tears.