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           TeamsofProjectMayhemguysrenderfatallday. I’mnotsleeping.AllnightIhearotherteamsmixthelye andcutthebarsandbakethebarsofsoaponcookiesheets, thenwrapeachbarintissueandsealitwiththePaperStreetSoapCompanylabel. Everyoneexceptmeseemstoknowwhattodo,andTylerisneverhome. 

           Ihugthewalls,beingamousetrappedinthisclockworkofsilentmenwiththeenergyoftrainedmonkeys, cookingandworkingandsleepinginteams. Pullalever.Pushabutton. Ateamofspacemonkeyscooksmealsallday, andallday,teamsofspacemonkeysareeatingoutoftheplasticbowlstheybroughtwiththem. 

           OnemorningI’mleavingforworkandBigBob’sonthefrontporchwearingblackshoes andablackshirtandpants. Iask,hasheseenTylerlately? DidTylersendhimhere? 

           "ThefirstruleaboutProjectMayhem,"BigBobsayswithhisheelstogetherandhisbackramrodstraight, "isyoudon’taskquestionsaboutProjectMayhem." 

           SowhatbrainlesslittlehonorhasTylerassignedhim,Iask. Thereareguyswhosejobistojustboilriceallday orwashouteatingbowlsorcleanthecrapper. Allday.HasTylerpromisedBigBobenlightenmentifhespendssixteenhoursadaywrappingbarsofsoap? 

           BigBobdoesn’tsayanything. 

           Igotowork.Icomehome,andBigBob’sstillontheporch. Idon’tsleepallnight,andthenextmorning,BigBob’souttendingthegarden.