Fewer Periods

He spoke with the sound of a herd of roaring bulls dashing across the desert landscape, speaking on things that mattered to him most in a fashion suited for a man of his stature, while also not being too overwhelming for those individuals who are fearful of a man who speaks with confidence and a little bite. Yet there is no man on this planet that can attest to his bold statements nor lend a voice in disputing his facts, because speaking so would introduce a never-ending battle to own the disputes said against this man’s incredibly thought through opinions on the matter at hand. On the opposite side of the room, however, stands another man, bow-legged, but in similar stature as the man speaking, rubbing his chin while thoughts and ideas begin to flood through his mind conjuring up a line of words and thought provoking sentences that could just possibly weaken the words of the aforementioned man speaking in a successful rant that seemed never-ending only to be outdone sooner or later by the man poised in the back of the room with, as Shakespeare has said, with his balls in parenthesis. With his thoughts collectively ordered in a continuous rant to out speak the other man, the bow-legged man sends forth the hunters to hunt down and put down those ravaging bulls racing through the deserts in order to put an end to the seemingly endless speech from the other man whose overconfidence has become his greatest weakness as he never even saw the bow-legged man’s retort in bombastic rhetoric and was immediately knocked down from his soapbox that had been growing underneath his feet as the lost words of many began to collect under him. As the bow-legged man finished his rant putting an end to the other man’s speech, a hush fell over the crowd, injuring ten, and the room erupted in an uproarious applause that thundered throughout the ears of all who could hear and so here is the finale.