#1136: Broken Mirror

[[The man in the black hat is standing next to a vanity cabinet, with a broken mirror on the floor. Another chap is in the room with him.]]

Black Hat: Oops. Guess this means seven more years of the illusion that my actions somehow influence the indifferent hand of probability which governs our lives.

[[Black hat guy stares at the shards of glass on the floor.]]

Chap: Plus like half an hour of sweeping.

Black Hat: No, I think I’ll leave it.

Chap: You’ll get glass in your feet.

[[Black hat guy holds up a shard of glass, looks at it.]]

Black Hat: Eccles. 9:2 - All things come alike to all: To the clean, and to the unclean.

Black Hat: My fate is as these shards.

Chap: Dude, chill, it’s just a vanity mirror.

Black Hat:

All

is vanity mirrors.