"I...can't....do...this.....anymore," she panted.
"Tough, keep going," was the response.
No warmth, no love, just the cold, sharp words slicing through the air like daggers.
"But I'm tiiiiiired," she pleaded, about ten seconds later.
"I don't care. KEEP GOING."
The small girl continued on her grueling task. She had to. She was too afraid of what might happen if she paused in her work for even a second.
"My arm hurts," the sweet child whimpered, hoping for a twinge of humanity out of this heartless woman.
"YOU did this to YOURSELF," the haggard woman shrieked, "Now quit whining and KEEP WORKING!!!"
There had been no trial. No fair and balanced judicial system. Simply the will of a tyrant wielding her power over a small powerless girl.
Now I ask you.... did the punishment fit the crime?
Oh, yeah, WE'RE BACK, baby.
And like that pathetically re-rolled spool of toilet paper, we're a little bit bigger, we're in a total state of shambles, and the shit just won't stop coming.
This is Happily-Ever-After-Land -- Signing On.
