Interviewer: I'm here today with a famous spiritual leader and pirate: Guy Boy
Man. Guy, it's a pleasure to have you here today. Can you tell us what you've
been up to lately?
Guy
Boy Man: Why? Are you a cop?
Interviewer: No. I'm a reporter. I thought you understood that. I'm going to be
asking you a series of questions.
Guy
Boy Man: Obviously, you're a cop. Cops interview
people all the time. The only reason you don't have a mustache is because
you're undercover.
Interviewer: Okay. This is actually an excellent starting point. Some people say
that you're not, as you claim, the only living person who can see zombies
everywhere, controlling everything. You're actually a paranoid schizophrenic
with a horrifying stockpile of weapons you use to kill scores of innocent
people whom you merely argue are zombies.
Guy
Boy Man: Obviously, there are skeptics. Every
religion has them.
Interviewer: Does every religion leave behind so many dead bodies in its wake?
Guy
Boy Man: Yes. Study your history. “Those that fail
to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Sadly, those who learn from
history are also doomed to repeat it. That's why everybody should stop
reproducing.
Interviewer: I'm curious, Mr. Man. Do you think I'm a zombie?
Guy
Boy Man: No. Aside from the mindless
human-flesh-eating deal, zombies are “good” and “moral” and “responsible.”
People pretending to be journalists are none of those things.
Interviewer: So good people are bad?
Guy
Boy Man: Yes. They'll certainly never be good
enough. We're doomed. War, hunger, disease, greed. These things will never
change as long as there are people. That's why everybody should stop
reproducing.
Interviewer: Your stance on birth control is why you're so at odds with the
Pope?
Guy
Boy Man: I'm not at odds with the Pope. I don't
know what you're talking about.
Interviewer: You, rather famously, stole the Pope's hat.
Guy
Boy Man: No, I didn't. And it probably doesn't hold
magic powers of infallibility.
Interviewer: You're wearing the Pope's hat right now. It's that tall
gold-and-white thing right on top of your head.
Guy
Boy Man: This is my pirate hat! If the Pope had a
hat like this and he lost it then that's his problem! He should have taken
better care of it!
Interviewer: Some say you were even responsible for the recent theft of a
preserved 900-year-old saint's heart from a cathedral in Dublin, Ireland. What
on Earth would you want with something like that?
Guy
Boy Man: Well, I'm not cloning a saintly army to
wage war on the Pope and his minions, if that's what you're thinking! That
would be crazy!
Interviewer: Yes. Quite. Let's put that aside for the moment. Why should people
join your religion and follow you instead of, say, the Pope?
Guy
Boy Man: Every other major organized religion holds
as it main tenet, everything will be great when we're dead. Why does everybody
have to die first? My religion is all about having a good time while we're
alive! Like the leaders of all major religions, first I'm going to lead my
followers into Despair. “Everything is terrible.” “Life is suffering.” Blah
blah blah. Before we get to Despair, we're probably going to have to make some
stops in Unhappiness and Fear, but when we get deep in the heart of downtown
Despair, we're going to have a big old party with great music, dancing girls,
and drinks!
Interviewer: What your ideal world look like? Would it be like this party?
Guy
Boy Man: No. I'm a conservative. Like all good
conservatives, I dream of living in an environmental wasteland in which we all
battle each other for survival until only one of us remains.
Interviewer: You're also a Christian, aren't you?
Guy
Boy Man: Very much so. I mean, when you find a
watch on the beach, obviously there's a God.
Interviewer: My point is that, for a Christian, your ideal world, in which we
all battle each other for survival until only one of us remains, sounds awfully
Darwinian.
At this point, Guy Boy Man may or may not
have pulled out two 9mm handguns and shot the interviewer several times in head
and chest, ending the interview, and the interviewer, for that matter.
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