Doc0075: Him-Self and Don Queijo the Cheese finding driving alongside each other both wondering why nothing has fallen for them to juggle.
A shadowy figure clears his throat "It appears that there is a blockage with the items that fall from space tube. I expect you two numpties to keep the crowd amused in the meantime."
(60) Him-Self and (27) Queijo are still expecting impatiently to hear their votes. The public is cheering and celebreating the spectacle but suddenly, a ship bigger than anything anybody has ever seen before appears in the horizon. As it approaches the circus ring, the space crusier becomes smaller and smaller. It's difficult to say its real size, if it actually has one. When it stops, it is still larger than the sky, and yet, it doesn't make a buzz. A small door opens and a large ramp goes down. The ship seems like a very big and very fat and very ugly frog, trying to catch a fly.
Something exits the ship through the ramp. Everybody hushes. They are
the All-Knowing Court of One, a chronoplasmic anti-matter colony of living pills, able to synthesize the truth. As they reach the ring, both Him-Self and Don Queijo the Cheese know what they are suppose to do: choose one pill and swallow it. Then their vote would be revealed to each of them.
Amazed by this rare spectacle, the public only had two possible reaction. Some clap frenzy or they just remain completely quiet, near breathless. Then, the All-Knowing Court of One return to their ship, and, after a blink, it's nowhere to be seen.
Queijo is on his knees, for he understand the cruel reality of a good cheese: only the most cultivated "turophiles" get to appreciate the nuances of its flavour through the shaperest intuition. The indisputable judgement of the All-Knowing Court of One has been casted. Him-Self obtain
5 points while Don Queijo obtains
4. So is it the harsh judgement of the All-Knowing Court of One.