This flat earth shit pisses me off so much I decided to write a short story about what its like to talk to you guys and your theory
John and Mike are best friends. On a Friday they decided to go out drinking with 4 other friends
They are all having a great time, lots of laughs and everybody buys drinks and beer. John has 10 Bud Lights.
At the end of the night the place is about to close and the John, Mike and their 4 friends get the bill
Mike: Ok my total is 100 bucks, you other guys already paid me what you owe me. So that just leaves you John, Its 50 bucks for your 10 Bud Lights
John: Huh ? what are you talking about Mike ?
Mike: The money ? you know for the 10 Beers you drank ? total is 50 bucks
John: I didnt have any beers
Mike: What are you talking about you drank 10 bud lights
John: No I didnt. I dont even like beer
Mike and the 4 other friends at the table talk for abit and they all agree that John had 10 beers. Its on the bill
and they all saw him drink them. John even has Bud Light bottles infront of him
Mike: Dude are you ok ? I mean we all saw you drink them. Whats up dude ?
John: You can prove it, I mean what is beer even ? and what is a bottle ?
Mike: Beer is alcohol and a bottle is a glass container ?
John: Yeah but whats the exact mixture in these beers you claimed I drank and whats the chemical formula ? And where was these
bottles made ? did you see them make them ? or are you just trusting the bottle makers and beer makers that they are infact beer and bottles ?
At this point in time the table next to them buds in
Max: Sorry to interrupt but we couldnt help but to over hear the conversation. You are John right ?
John: Yah
Max: Well remember when you walked into my girlfriend with a full Bud Light and spilled it all over my girlfriend ?
John: That never happend
Max: What ? you spilled it all over her. Look at her dress. You even apologised and gave us a 100 dollar bill to pay for the trouble
John:Never happend. I dont drink beer , you cant prove it
At this point in time the bartender walks over.The place is empty now and they are the last people there
Bartender:Hey guys is there a problem ? we are closing up now and you havent paid the bill
Mike: Yeah we are having abit of a problem with the bill, John here wont pay his share of the bill
Bartender: Oh ? is there a problem with the service ? or the drinks ?
John: Yeah these people are claiming I have been drinking beer. Thats not true
Bartender: Oh yeah I remember you. You had like 8-10 Bud Lights. I remember cause nobody drinks those shitty beers
John: Oh my god this is a conspiracy, You are all in on it. Mike, you 4 guys, the table next to us and EVEN the bartender
Everybody ells: What ??!?!
John:Bartender ? how much is these guys paying you to lie about me drinking beer ?
Bartender:What ? what are you talking about ?
John: I never had any beers
Bartender: Look I can solve all of this. We have cameras all over the place, I know we have one covering the bar and if we are lucky
We have one covering this table aswell
All of them go to the office to check the tapes. While watching the bar and the table you can see John ordering, drinking and even spilling
a beer on a woman. Its easy to see these are Bud Lights and that they are beers
John: Oh my god. You edited the tape, this is CGI. You are all in on it !
Bartender: Edited the tape ? CGI ? dude you are crazy.
Mike: John this is a bar, they dont have a CGI studio editing people drinking beer to scam people out of 50 bucks for 10 Bud Lights
John: I can believe this shit its all a conspiracy
The bartender calls the cops. They talk to the people at the table and the bartender and watch the tape
Police:John the evidence is overwhelming. People have seen you order the beers and drink the beers. Theres even video and photos of you drinking the beers
John: Holy shit the government is in on it ! the police are framing me. Everybody is against me !
The police were going to drive him to jail but they drove him to a mental hospital instead. Its obvious that John is a very very VERY sick man
Just like you flat earther
The End