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.”

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