The Narrator's apprentice sat motionless in disturbed comfort at this blatant thievery of synopsis of another banal CAG topic.
"He beat me to it," he spoke into the air. "And now he will pay..."
But before his fingers could attack the keys in glorious globby blog of spitspeak, he froze yet again, unable to cross some invisible barrier. Paralisys was not uncommon for the apprentice; it's happened many times before, usually immediately before a generous offering of well deserved smackdown by trivialization, like pressure building up in a constricted firehose eclipsing a powerful flame. This time was slightly different. The bluntness of the Vermin was like an unmasking, not unlike the narrator has done to many an unsuspecting victim, yet this one was of purer origin.
"Perhaps he is THE ONE," he pondered to himself, not wanting the actual words to flow from his own lips. "The one who would bring balance to.....,"
"NO!" he stammered, his voice echoed throughout the vacuum, and from the reflection, he now knew the space was now occupied by a relative spirit. The competition had been nonexistent and unchallenging and now there was a new entry into the fold. Perhaps he could help the fledgling in is rise to power. "No," he thought, "the master would never allow me this indiscretion."
There could, obviously, be only two: a master and an apprentice. No more, no less. He would surely meet demise were he to disturb the ancient order. Nonetheless, he reached for the keypad once again and began typing: