I was sitting in a small room with a group of Israelis, Americans, and Russians for our weekly meetings. As people continued talking passive aggressively, an elephant appeared in the corner.
It started growing larger and almost as if by magic,
people started moving around to accommodate the
elephant even to the point of discomfort.
I stood up, pulled out a gun, and shot it straight in the head.
The Americans scoffed in disgust.
The Israelis cheered me on.
The Russians helped me carry the dead elephant away.