Hot coals strewn across the ground, they say.

Each step hurts, they complain.

Live with it, says the other.

I’d rather die, they reply.

I’ll place some coals in a bucket, they shout.

I’ll throw its contents in your mouth, he says.

@oren @wynd @sivyx @if @zu @burrito @birdfour @sixfourlu

Hello friends, they call in unison.

Welcome to the world’s conference.

Stop crying to yourself and let it out.

Or I’ll do it for you.

Please, they plead.

Please.