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Head trade
X walks, keeps walking. Comes upon Z.
X: Hello.
Z: How you're going?
X: er... so and so, I have issues...
Z: can I help you in something?
X: yes, can you trade heads with me?
Z: yeah.
Both take off their heads. Mutual deliver of heads. X puts on the head that before was of Z and viceversa.
X: well thank you...
Z: you're welcome...
X: keeps walking and comes upon W...
W: Carlos!
X: Andres! it's been a while!
W: a while of what?
X: I don't know...
...
W: would you trade heads with me?
X: no... thank you, I've already traded.
W: why you did it???
X: I like more this head...
W: but if you're wearing it you can't see it, so you can't enjoy it.
X: and what do you suggest?
W: to trade it for mine. So you can gaze freely at your head with all its attributes...
X removes his head saying: OK
Mutual deliver of heads. Placing of them.
W: well, goodbye Andres. It was nice to see you...
X: you misundrestood... I'm Carlos, you're Andres...
W: that was before, now it's the reverse.
X: no way! I won't give you my identity for give you my head. What the hell!
W: you think like if instead of trading heads we have traded bodies.
X: but at least I think! you don't even do that...
W: it's logical because I'm wearing your stupid head!
X: that insult doesn't bother me... becasue that's not my original head, I traded it with someone over there...
W: so you're not Carlos!!!
X: of course not! I'm Andres...
W: I mean what you were before trading heads.
X: I don't remember it... my memory remained in the other head...
W: give me back my head! I'm uncomfortable like that!
X takes off the head saying: yeah! take it! I don't want a head...
X without a head keeps talking and says: you can use both
W says 'thank you' while he leaves...
X also leaves walking... and with the stomach he thinks, ANYWAY I'M VENTRILOQUIST
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