I stood there and watched for a few minutes as he struck various poses and people glanced at him and kept walking. My curiosity got the best of me and I decided to approach him.
“You are a king? A king of what?”
“Actually I am The Chosen One. Some might say God, but I usually just say The Chosen One.”
“Oh. Well what are you doing?”
“I’m looking for disciples. I like that you wanted to talk to me; usually people don’t come up to me. Maybe you can be The Chosen one, too. Well, actually, I think it has to be a man, but if that ever changes I will let you know.”