Danielle and I, being crimminal masterminds, and double agents, decided to rob the Louvre of 35 of it's most valuable paintings.
Of coarse we are very capable robbers and did not leave any evidince.
Or so we thought🤷♂️🤷♂️
A single strand of hair, came out of her head as she navigated the secure laser systems, with her world class fencing moves while I confused the computer,
by reading it love poems as for it to realise what its missing out on, being a machine and all.
The great detective, and our most feared rival,
Hans Potgieter found the hair and traced it back to our lair.
They had caught us red handed, as we were decorating the lair, which had been terribly dull before, with the priceless paintings we had stolen.
In the holding cell a police officer came to interrogate me.
With his breath reaking of sheperds pie, and his clothes soaked in the stench of royal beurocracy, he leaned over and whispered, we've got you now luv.
I knew he was bluffing, they had little evidence that we were the ones that stole the paintings,
for we had pretended to be american tourists that thought they had bought the paintings from the homeless man on the corner of baker street.
Still he didn't flinch.
They had made a proposal, I could either split on my partner or keep quiet, she was given the same two options, we were also both informed that our scentences would be adjusted accordingly.
If we chose to.....our prison time would be....
Both work together 1 year each
Both split on each other 3 years each
I split and she keeps quiet 5-her ;0-me
She splits and I keep quiet 5-me ;0-her
I sat there and thought to myself, well this is quite a pickle.
But then I started mapping the logical solution, if she decided to work together, then the logical choice, for me would be, to split, resulting in me getting no prison time,
if she decided to split, then my best choice would be to split resulting in me getting 3 years.
I guess its clear what i should do, but as i was ready to tell the tediously pear shaped detective of my decision,
I realised that my life would be rather un-fulfilling without my partner in crime, and that I'd rather spend a year in prison, than 5 years without her.
So I called back the fruity character, and made a very unlogical choice, to say, fuck the system and be loyal.
Yes if you had calculated this with a reasoning and logic, I would've split on het, and she, being equally intellegent would've done the same, resulting in us getting 3 years each,
wich is pretty crappy, considering we could've gotten 1 year each.
This comes to show, that logic isn't the solution to every problem, and that sometimes we have to accept that humans are much more complicated than yes or no,
and that we should never forget to acknowledge emotions in the equation.
After we had served our one year prison time, we went back to our lair, and continued to plot the next big evil scheme that would catch the world by surprise.
And they lived humanly ever after.
For any readers wondering, I probably had more fun writing this than you would reading it🤓