It's been three days since Giovanni Ferrari leaped from his office window and went to chase after the 'butterfly' that couldn't be picked up by a camera or the eyesight of the man wielding said camera. Three whole days have passed since then and finally the cameraman started to think maybe Gio wasn't coming back. Or worse, perhaps something bad happened to Gio. There was definitely something wrong with the man, so the probability of him stumbling into a bad situation wasn't totally absurd. Then again, this cameraman sat here for - THREE DAYS, before this dawned on him. Which that in itself, is a very small fragment as to what's wrong with the picture of Mr. Cameraman sitting here in Gio's office for three days. If you can't find any issues with that scenario yourself, maybe you'd be in the same boat with this cameraman. Not a place most people would want to be in, but there are a lot of highly functioning individuals, who share residency in said proverbial boat. As evident by this cameraman. Remember that, the next time you're in need of a job and just kindly ask whoever your supervising mental health aid is at the time, to assist you in filing out an application for employment in the dazzling field of camera bearer for the XWF and you'll be well on your way to becoming an XWF cameraperson. For now, lets get back to the matter at hand. Which is the cameraman finally standing up and promptly sticking his head out of the window in Gio's office.


Sure enough, Giovanni Ferrari was nowhere to be seen. Seriously, where'd he get off to and why hasn't he returned? Doesn't he have work that needs to be done? Isn't there people who'd wonder where he went, if he didn't show up to work for days on end like this? You'd imagine that was the case but then again, this cameraman just sat inside Gio's office for three days and no one missed him. On top of that, how'd the battery life for that camera last all this time? The battery didn't die once and if it had, that just might be even worse because that meant this man in charge of filming people - when they so desire or choose to incorporate the use of video aid and a large portion of the time that they don't but still end up getting filmed anyway, took care of it. That meant this cameraman actually had enough sense to charge and/or change the battery and/or tape, for his camera but didn't have the thought process to leave the office for three days and still hasn't technically left, since he's currently staring out the window like a lost puppy waiting for his master to come and kick him. Yeah, if this guy was a lost puppy, he definitely would have belonged to an abusive owner. It's pretty clear by his actions and devoted nature towards his existence as a cameraman and nothing else. It's been three days and that can't be stressed enough! Where did the man relieve himself? Didn't he get hungry? Or sleepy? Yeah, this man might even be the human version of an abused lost puppy. Or the reincarnation of a Stepford wife. Something wasn't right with him and if you still can't see it...well, then...turn off this video and go sit somewhere quiet with your thoughts until you finally get it. However long that takes.


Meanwhile, this sordid happening keeps on trucking along and it's being filmed for everyone to see. Which brings into the picture the cameramen who film the cameramen. What a true abomination that is! A foul creature that won't even be brought into light right now...or EVER! Seriously, back into the shadows demons! You shall not enter the light of existence! Anyway, back to the debacle unfolding before the world.


Giovanni hasn't returned and the little match stick girl embodying this cameraman has finally realized that and appears to intend to go after him. Really? That's his course of action? Not telling someone or inquiring about the fact that Gio is gone? Giovanni is a peculiar man who does a lot....A LOT of drugs, he could have just forgot he took a dive out of the window in order to chase after nothing. He might be at home or anywhere else doing even more drugs. That doesn't mean someone needs to leap out of the window and rush off to find Gio like he's in peril and needs to be rescued. Yet, that's exactly what the cameraman is doing. Oh bother, this really shines a disturbing light on a myriad of different issues. None of which can actually be rectified, so on with the show.


The cameraman jumps from the window and rolls across the ground, after taking the five foot plunge. He scratches his knee and rips the left pants' leg on those snazzy sweatpants he's wearing. Hey, those look like 40% cotton, 60% polyester, sweatpants. Did he get those on sale at Walmart? Was Tommy Gunn there? Was he with Archie Lawson and were they talking about how wonderful those pants were? Did Mr. Gunn tell Archie the pants were just as lovely as Archie was? No, probably not. Not any of that. Look at that cameraman go though. He's up from that fall he took and off to find Giovanni, like a trained bloodhound mixed with a majestic puma. He trots along like he can sense where Gio actually disappeared off too and is on the trail to locate him. Interesting stuff keeps unfolding here as the urban setting and highly metropolitan area, transforms quickly into the Serengeti. Yeah, that's located in Africa. More specifically it's located in north Tanzania and extends to south-western Kenya. Geography bitch. The more you know.


Traversing through the sudden Serengeti, the cameraman finds himself surrounded by a swarm of gazelles. Frolicking and hopping without a care in the world. It's really quite adorable. The cameraman almost gets so wrapped up in the sight of them, he seems to forget why he's even there. A question that really should be overpowered by wondering how he got here, but that's on the list of so many oddities that occurred in such a remarkably short span of time, the list might as well be balled up and eaten. Go on. Eat the list. Try not to choke on its lack of existence and wash it down with some hibiscus tea. Maybe eat a muffin or a crumpet afterwards. A dash of blackberry jam added. Wow. Hungry. Can't focus on that now though cause the cameraman spotted Giovanni prancing along with the gazelles. Naturally.


Alas there's a situation. A lion, appearing to be half starved and in need of a meal is stalking the group of gazelles accompanied by Gio. Actually it appears the lion is primarily tracking Gio. It's weird but so many things are right now. For instance, the cameraman running at the lion and pouncing on top of it. Snarling and biting at the lion's neck. The cameraman makes short work of the fearsome predator before Giovanni is any wiser of its existence. Standing tall after that fierce conquest that lead to the lion's demise, the cameraman roars and pulls out a dagger. A dagger that he uses to cut the lion's head off with, before jamming the lion's head right down over his own head. That's correct, he mashed his head right inside that lion head and as all the blood and gore seep down, Giovanni finally notices the cameraman.


He must have ate one of the cookies on my desk. How long has he been laying on the floor like this?


Giovanni asks a janitor who shrugs as he empties a small trash bin; located within Gio's office, into a larger can.


Reckon I don't rightly know. I haven't cleaned this office in the last three days. Been out with a touch of the Polio.


Really? You've been absent from work, due to a small case of Polio. Well, I'm no doctor but that sounds accurate. Glad you're feeling better.


That I am. That I am. The poor guy on the floor sure doesn't look to be in too good of a shape though. I think he may be in need of a doctor. Look, he's frothing at the mouth and mumbling something about beautiful gazelles.


Yeah, he'll be fine. I need to cut a promo for the match I'm going to be in, so just toss him in that can you're rolling around and emptying various rubbish bins into. From there he can go straight into the dumpster outside. That's always a good place to wake up after a clear overdose from eating one of my cookies. Especially, since he did so without permission. And if he doesn't come to his senses by then....well, the garbagemen can figure out what to do with him.


It seems like a harsh way to treat a person, just for stealing a cookie but far be it for me to judge. I know I'm crazy for my wife Tessie's snickerdoodles and I'll dang near rip yer cotton pickin' arm off fer doin' it. The rootin' tootin' snickerdoodle stealin' varmints! They deserve the chair I tells ya!


Aren't you Hispanic and doesn't that name tag you're wearing on your shirt there read - Juan?


Sí.


Okie dokie then, just checking. You can throw the nice man; who slipped into a drug induced coma, into that large can on wheels and take your leave now. I need to cut a promo for my match coming up in a few hours.


Dios mío! ¡Ay, caramba! Sí! Ahora mismo!


Giovanni plucks up a cookie from a tin on his desk and takes a bite.


Buena.


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