Tibber Tales

To whom this may concern,   I, Tibber the Fibber, have come to comprehend a problem facing this society. I was made aware of this issue when I happened to view a concept art for a particular character, that was being portrayed on an art channel. This character was a demon. The story of this demon was one of being cast out of Hell for causing to much destruction and a story unfolded of a demon surviving in a modern world.    I ignored the theological fallacies present in the storyline, but I could not ignore a text bubble next one of the poses for demonic character's concept art design. The character was in a crouched position wearing a surgical face mask. The text bubble stated something to the effect of, "Hey, I may be a demon, but wear a mask you jerk!" [1] Needless to say, I was disturbed.   So, I have composed this letter to plea that some might recognize the horror of this situation. How long can we live in a world where demons care for our medical n...

       As I was walking down a lane, I visited a popular restaurant and rang the bell.    "Excuse me, good sir," I said to the man. "I would like a french fry."    The man stared at me for a moment, a dull and vacant look in his eyes, then stumbled away. A few moments later he returned with the newspaper carrying my order. I received the paper, but, to my horror, there was nothing but a single pallid strip of potato.    "What is this?" I inquired, quite perplexed.    The man stared at the single french fry and mumbled. "You asked for a fry."    I rolled my eyes and swallowed the potato. "I meant a conglomeration of french fries. A group contained in a single cup."    The man slowly nodded and turned to leave.    "While your back there," I called. "Bring me a soda. With cherry!" I added, at the last second.    A few moments later, the man returned with my container of fried potatoes and my...