There I was, lost in a maze with nothing but a backpack of salami. I’ve been in worst situations, of course, but this was probably one of the more baffling points in my life. Not to mention this imaginarium kept capturing my thoughts and using them to manipulate me.
For instance, as I grasped the salami backpack, I saw for an instant my long-lost pet bird, trapped in a salami prison. In an attempt to break it free of its cell, I started chewing at the salami like a ravenous salami gobbler. Alas, there was no bird inside the meat, only a piece of (impressive) origami. With antics under every corner, and a gag around every turn I decided to suck it up and just devour the salami like Mr.Danish foretold.
Gnashing into salami loaf after salami loaf, I considered for a moment if this is what it’s like to live under a circus tent until the day you die.
Finally, it was done. My fate had reached its destination and the backpack weighed less having transferred its treasure to my digestive keep. A bubble rose steadily through my throat and bullied its way past my lips only to explode the second it reached freedom. This burp rang throughout the imaginarium and as the sound waves rippled across the land, they melted the maze and all the imagination that floated through the air.
Soon there was nothing in front of me but a small rusty barrel. In fear that I may be trapped in this vacuum for all time I quickly scurried through the rust barrel. Next thing I know, I’m being birthed back onto the wooden stage that belonged to Mr.Danish and staring into his garbage can face.
I said not a word to the gathered crowd, I was shaken from the inside out by the experience. Is this what I get for abusing my press credentials? Or maybe it was the overwhelming weight of the future of Moonshineopolis pressing upon my shoulders?
To this day I am baffled by the Imaginarium of Mr.Danish, but I now know that in order to deepen the divide between Bum and Hobo I must not let Moonshineopolis idle in our current wonders and achievements.