And now is the time for the uncomfortable

And now is the time for the uncomfortable questions. Is retarded a bad word? Is hand-washing requisite after #1? Is it pandering for 'likes' if you 'like' a fold you don't like?

Is it retarded to think I can wash my hands of the sins of not giving "likes" so my fold has the most "likes" in a story? "I'LL be asking the questions here," said the prosecutor.

Many a witness had folded under this Prosecutor. The FoldingStory Prosecutor delivered some very wild closing arguments by using notes handed to him from

the Sibyl of Cumae, who wrote her prophecies of who would win on oak leaves and let them blow around her feet. In his case, however, she would stuff them into a FedEx NextDay

tube and hope for a successful delivery. Her feet were swollen and her forehead was dripping with sweat. It was exhausting trying to ensure her prophecies were

delivered within the expected parameters, cost tested & quality assured. This Vestal Virgin couldn't work in this environment & quit dramatically while eviscerating a chicken. The

Vestal Virgin threw the chicken entrails to the floor in frustration, then raised her tearful eyes to the heavens. "Why God...WHY?!" As her tears fell on the chicken guts, a miracl

E happened. The chickens cooked themselves for her dinner. The invisible hand cooked them, to be more accurate. It added tandoori masala. She was hungry after a day of fasting.

Yet it seemed a bit too easy. An invisible hand making delicious food for her? That wasn't how life worked. Or at least

so she'd once believed. Could this mysterious hand actually have a nefarious plot, wooing her into a sense of false security? Sighing, she took another bite of smoked salmon pate.