Today's OneWord: Typhoon

The typhoon had left thousands of people dead and even more homeless and stranded. So when the self-proclaimed humanitarian strode across the ruins and wreckage of past lives, he actually had a very hard time coping with it.

"You know," his partner remarked as they tried to make themselves comfortable, "I heard this one tried to donate meth to the typhoon victims. You know...because he thought they'd need to chill out."

"I think they're going to need something a little stronger than that," the humanitarian muttered, wondering how much he could really help now.

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