posted by MISTAKE, isnt that true, Journalist?, and the Letter Man will be judged by this Court.But what went through your mind Letter Man? One of our most ancient professionals, I would even say that...one of our primates!-Ah, the Journalist exaggerated, Excellency! A paint-brush, is......a little paint-brush, it wouldnt kill anyway...and all that blood, you may talk to the Doctor, it was RED ink....What the Truck Man had was really fear!- By the way, red ink is your speciality, isnt it Letterset!, says the Carpenter. (Letterset is the old catalogue of letters. It doesnt exist anymore nawadays).- You have let being taken by a human feeling, Letterman! Says the President of the Court.- Excellency...who here hasnt ever been contaminated?...It is difficult going to the left side! Terrestrials discriminate, no doubt.- Wait there, says the President of the Court. We have made this DEMOCRATIC division so that one could not mix up the human minds of the so called Y generation! But all of us are equal!- KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK laughed loud the Hairdresser EQUAL, did you listen to that Programmer? EQUAL! And we are not in extinction, got it Cleaner?...- Shut up! You Manicurist descendant, says the Programmer.-Silence! retakes the President of the Court The division was made, as I said, so that the order of Evolution were respected within the terrestrial sphere, but this is symbolic here. Let me see if everybody is in order before we start. All of you will give opinion about that fatalistic happening...By my left side the professions in extinction...People...that boo was complete at that Court. But once again controlled by the Metalurgical, I repeat, the President of Olympus, of a fantastic character.- Lets see...no, I dont need glasses. Thanks Civil House Minister.I can see everybody...Plies sharpener, quality inspector, Carpenter, is everything OK?...ID cards perforator, shoemaker, locksmith, bus collector, Bank Accountant, always smiling the Accountant...hows it going?...The Seamstress, HI !?...Yes, we are studying your case...keeb calm...Telegraphist...The Photolytic re-maker, the Tailor, the Hatter, the Shoeshiner...The Show Girl...Biomedicine, Tourism, the Manager, the Motoboy...is everything alright?..Alive, isnt it? Thanks God!The Web-de-signer...hehehehe...I was able to say it...The Singer, the Model, How are you?...just skin and bones!...The ex-Big Brother ( I still prefer Personal Tra...tra....trainer).Twitterer!...is it alright my son? Welcome, OK?The Nuclear Scientist...alert, OK son? Alert...Lastly, I got tired...everybody there.Ah, Within short we will have the Games. Yes. People play games. ( WHICH IS NOT ABOUT THE ANIMALS. The bookmaker, on your left, bends his head down) Yes...we will have a representative for the games...Computing Scientist goes on training. Years! I sincerely apologize if I missed somebody, either on the right or the left side...but I know everybody is here.May we start?Where is the parlour-maid?, I need some coffe and water.The Lettering Man sweated cold.Since the time I used to paint walls of the caverns, yes...with the blood of the animals!...I didnt feel what I was feeling at that moment.Suddenly the doorman opens the side door.It is the truck Man.-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! Everybody exclaims.-You are healed Excellency, says the Pastor.-I knew I could count on you, says the President. It was more the fright,