You Know It!

by Smiley McGrouchpants, Jr-Esq-III

       "Every single thing ... " Hunk Hokum pronounced from the stage, flexing his muscles and prancing around in his red pseudo-loincloth, "has been totally scripted ... and ... every action ... has been ... preplanned-out ... in advance!"
       "Duh ... duh ... DUUUUUHHHHH!" the crowd replied, in unison, as though it were a football-stadium chant.  Over half — about three-fifths — of their psyche's "popped," on the spot, and they doomed-slash-resigned themselves to a remainder-lifetime-span of "defaulting" ... for good!
        Hunk smirked from the stage.
        And farted.