Granted, but since nobody likes mimes anyway, your actions win you fame and fortune. Eventually however, your 15-minutes of fame end and UNCAM (United Nations Commission against Abuse of Mimes) has you brought before Judge Judy for crimes against entertainers. You are convicted of mimecide, financially ruined and become a sad, pathetic has-been. Eventually you find your way into Z-list reality shows as comic relief but even that doesn't last. You end your days living in an ally bumming cigarette butts from the guy with the trenchcoat who sells things and gives you steak and kidney pies with onion gravy. They taste funny.
I wish I owned a successful book store.
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