The following is a transcript of an instant message chat I once had my brother Marcello, who in addition to being a technician for a once powerful Internet search company also portrayed the company's mascot.
Marcello: Ces!
Ces: Cello! How are you?
Marcello: Not bad. Was the (Company) Dog at a museum exhibit.
Ces: Oh...Didn't expect to read that. What did you do?
Marcello: Usual. Waved at school kids. Danced a bit. You know, typical advanced dog tricks.
Ces: Sounds like fun.
Marcello: Yeah, you'd think so. My entire body is covered in black-and-blue marks.
Ces: From what? Wearing the heavy costume?
Marcello: From getting repeatedly punched.
Ces: Punched?!
Marcello: Punched, Ces! The kids punched me! I'm here to tell you that children are bastards. Mean, viscious, wholly evil bastards!
Ces: What happened?!
Marcello: Remember that Simpsons epsiode when Homer doubles for Krusty at parties and big events? And he tells Lenny what hard, tiring work it is, "But when I see how those little kids' eyes light up...I just know they're getting ready to jab me with something"?
Ces: Oh god.
Marcello: They wouldn't stop, Ces! The little kids wanted hugs, so I gave them hugs. They were actually really adorable. But when the junior high school kids would ask for a hug...
Ces: Oh shit.
Marcello: I would stretch out my arms and then BAM! Straight in the gut!
Ces: Every time?
Marcello: Every fucking time! They were relentless!
Ces: Then why did you keep stretching out your arms?
Marcello: Because I'm a chocolate lab, Ces! I'm supposed to be friendly! Plus, I think I'm monitored.
Ces: Couldn't you do anything?
Marcello: Like what? Wave at kids from behind a pillar? Start swinging wildly at anyone over the age of 12? I'm not even allowed to talk! I'm defenseless, Ces! Defenseless!
Ces: But what about the people who were supposedly with you? You know, monitoring. Couldn't they do anything?
Marcello: They were too busy taking pictures! Every time I got clocked I saw a flash go off. They said it was the best sponsored event they ever had.
Ces: I'm so sorry, Cello.
Marcello: And you know what? It was never the kids from the city. It was never the poor kids from the tough parts of town. It was always these over-privileged white bastards who kept punching me! Every time I got punched it was some grinning white boy. I'm serious, Ces. I think I hate white people now.
Ces: How long did this go on?
Marcello: About an hour. Maybe more. I lost count when I started to pass out.
Ces: From the punching?
Marcello: No, heat stroke.
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