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Once upon a time, Stephen Colbert was in New York every night, shouting his opinions and interviewing people and soaking in the love of his audience. He had a beautiful wife and children that he almost never saw, which he felt just added to the love. Couldn't be around too much, right?
However, now Stephen Colbert had been stuck on a Godless island for nearly seven months and all he had to show for it was a pathetic radio show and sinful experiences that no one else seemed able to notice was sinful. It wasn't getting any better.
He was in the rec room, dragging his feet aimlessly from area to area. He poked at the piano keys for a few minutes; he tried pool and got bored of it after sinking two balls; he flopped dramatically into chairs. Finally he ended up at the bookcase, hoping it would offer something entertaining. Shuffling through the shelves, he curiously pulled out a bit of newspaper and looked at the headline.
Stephen Colbert to have his DNA sent into space.
...Okay, what?
Stephen read the short article eagerly, then read it again.
Assuming that the demon bookcase was not toying with him and this was true, the Stephen that was still in New York (and didn't the idea of that bug him), it meant he could be the savior of humankind some day! He could! The day was officially looking up; he beamed.
"Holy shit!"
However, now Stephen Colbert had been stuck on a Godless island for nearly seven months and all he had to show for it was a pathetic radio show and sinful experiences that no one else seemed able to notice was sinful. It wasn't getting any better.
He was in the rec room, dragging his feet aimlessly from area to area. He poked at the piano keys for a few minutes; he tried pool and got bored of it after sinking two balls; he flopped dramatically into chairs. Finally he ended up at the bookcase, hoping it would offer something entertaining. Shuffling through the shelves, he curiously pulled out a bit of newspaper and looked at the headline.
Stephen Colbert to have his DNA sent into space.
...Okay, what?
Stephen read the short article eagerly, then read it again.
Assuming that the demon bookcase was not toying with him and this was true, the Stephen that was still in New York (and didn't the idea of that bug him), it meant he could be the savior of humankind some day! He could! The day was officially looking up; he beamed.
"Holy shit!"