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What happened to a Nikolas today?

In the morning, a Nikolas played video games and internet'd.

In the noon, a Nikolas visited the Sainted Franciscans, in whose demense he did prance, and wear a hat, and talk to many relatives, roughly one-half of the assembled body of whom he knew the name of.

He did speak to his elderly grand-father and grand-mother, who are well-off, and frequently nice.

He did speak to his aunt, who is a scientist/teacher, and awesome.

He did speak to his cousins, one of whom wants to steal his car.

Also he ate lunch (it was okay) and watched his brother play decade-old game boy games on his state-of-the-art Macbook Pro.

Then, after a failed attempt to watch Turkish Star Wars (worst/best movie of all time, or at least the 80s), he went home.

And it wasse goode.

What did not happen to a Nikolas today?

He was not kidnapped by radioactive gazelles, furious at their long imprisonment in the Chernobyl "radioactive hazard zone"/supernatural Soviet gulag.

He was not given the power of teleportation by a whimsical transhuman, using it to gain great wealth and power before being shot by a jealous husband in a moment of weakness.

He was not enlightened by the word of the Buddha, rising bodily off the flawed and mortal Earth and sitting beside Devadatta on the Many-Spoked Wheel.

Maybe tomorrow!