A 2nd Fight-Club: Football

Adaptation of the David Fincher adapted Chuck Palahniuk concept-work concerning fractions of the psyche for Earthling chalk.

A Fight Club fanfiction. 

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Folks, Sebastian was now settled into a life of capitalism investment for his Royal Farms company in the Homeland and forgot all about his psyche-diffraction for invocation of the anarchist alter-ego (Mr. Tyler Durden), married happily (finally!) to sweet and mysterious Marla and with darling-son (Junior) and embraced all forms of Selfie-culture happiness.

SEBASTIAN: You replaced my Klonopin medicine with a placebo, hon?

MARLA: I was tired of being your nurse, Sebastian (ok).

SEBASTIAN: Jesus, me thinks Tyler shall return to my brain suddenly (damn).

MARLA: Forget it; enjoy the train.

TYLER: Think of the achievement for end zones, Sebastian my old buddy.

SEBASTIAN: Well, at least no one was hurt for this 'homegrown' terrorism!

TYLER: Yea, and the image was straight out of football paranoia cinema!

SEBASTIAN: What's this 2nd Fight Club (for Super Bowl ads) to achieve now?

TYLER: You guess the answer before I depart from you again...field goals.

SEBASTIAN: Jesus, here I was simply cheering for Buffalo wings with Marla.

TYLER: At least you'll have something to write about (fiction).

SEBASTIAN: Tyler's departed, Marla (again!).

MARLA: Good (Facebook-like).

SEBASTIAN: Let's keep your nurse-profile surfaced (again!).

MARLA: Good (Facebook-like).

SEBASTIAN: Maybe Fight Club was simply catharsis for bored Catholics (ha).

MARLA: Bad (Selfie-like).

SEBASTIAN: Excellent cinema tax, but bad cleats (fair).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)