"Did you know," began Amin, "that in certain parts of Africa, certain tribes would tie the ears of a condemned man to a pair of saplings?" I shifted the seatbelt and tried my hardest to make sense of it. "Drawn and... halfed?" They couldn't have used tigers or something? Seems kinda ineffective. He looked even more grave. "A little insensitive but I'll disregard that." The grand figure relaxed considerably even though we were nearing the apex. "They rigged it up in such a way that when the head was separated from the corpse, the sinner's last experience was weightless flight. Now permit me to ask: Is this not the most base of things? Or is it the most humane? Possibly both, but is that really morally feasible? If so, then your-our way-entire way of thinking would have to be remedied." My body lurched and began to lift up as the car began to plummet. I was about to tell my friend he was blathering but I noticed his hand resting firmly around his machete, laughing. The machete was Red. The ride only lasted another 40 seconds or so.
I looked at him head askew, "That was both more humane and less base than I had ever hoped. Quite the combination." He handed me a boquet of flowers and frowned.
"There are no roller coasters in Africa."
Nor have there ever been.
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