Timothy Porter, the 23 year old former preppy law student, had been stripped of his hair, clothes, car,
ambition, intelligence and career. Now Madame Illusia was offering the audience to give him a new name and for
someone to give him a job – he would never be a lawyer now. Timothy Porter had arrived in shining loafers,
button down shirt, khakis, a Rolex and a sports jacket with a head of thick blonde hair. Now he stood naked as
a jaybird and bald as a cueball in front of the audience.
A man stood up and shouted: "I'll do it! I’ll give that boy a job and a new life. He sure can’t be a high and
mighty lawyer now, can he?!"
The audience shouted with laughter.
It was the same Old Man who had bought the former preppy's expensive shoes and underwear - and his nose.
"Step right up!" said Madame Illusia. "This young man is now in my possession. A good offer will release him!"
The Old Man walked up and announced "I have a farm - this young man will be a hired hand to work alongside my
animals. Looks like he ain't too smart now. That doesn’t matter for that kinda work. I'll pay you a hundred
bucks for him!"
"DONE!" said Madame Illusia
The former brilliant and ambitious law student said "I am not dumb sir. I know how to work. I...can't do what
I was going to do...my plans are different..."
The audience screamed with spiteful laughter.
The Old Man slapped the naked man on his back. "You were gonna be a hotshot lawyer! You were too uppity boy!
Too full of yourself! Too arrogant! Remember when you came in here all dressed up in your fancy clothes –
smart as a whip and ready to make yourself a bigshot? NOW look at you! Did you learn your lesson?"
"Yes sir" said the formerly impeccably dressed young man. His will was broken along with his confidence and
intelligence.
"Your new name is Leroy! No more plans to be a lawyer for you! Just blue collar work! You hear?" snapped the
Old Man.
"But I have a name! It is Timothy Porter!" begged the formerly privileged preppy.
"No backtalk!" snapped the Old Man. "You still sound like a cocky lawyer-type! Timothy Porter! That's no name
for a farmhand! You are LEROY!" The old man gave the money to Madame Illusia. "I'll take him with me - just as
he is – buck naked"
Timothy Porter begged: “Please allow me to wear some clothes – anything. You’re wearing the shoes I came in.
Can I have your old shoes?”
“HOW DARE YOU ASK FOR ANYTHING?” roared Madame Illusia.
“Looks like the boy still doesn’t know his place” said the Old Man.
Leroy hung his head. “I’m sorry” he said.
“Now you are coming with me naked!” said the Old Man.
"Not the way you came in is it, Mister Law School?" shouted a voice from the audience. They laughed and
clapped. The old man grabbed Leroy and threw him over his shoulder. He carried the naked, bald, dumbed-down
former law student through the cheering crowd.
“HOLD ON!” cried a voice. It was the fat man who had bought the former Timothy Porter’s Mercedes, trousers and
shirt.
“I got a farm right down from you. I’ll pay $100 to the Madame here and $100 to you if we split ownership of
this boy. I need help takin’ care of the chores. What do you say?”
Madame illusia and the Old Man looked at each other and nodded.
“SOLD!”
The fat man yelled “GOOD! Let’s get him into that Mercedes he came in! “
The dragged the former Timothy Porter out of the building and found the Mercedes. He was tossed in the back
seat of his own former car.
They opened the truck.
“Well, look at this!” said the Old Man. They found golf clubs and golf clothes. The found extra clothes too –
a polo shirt, another pair of khakis and another pair of shiny loafers – black this time.
“We’ll spli the loot” said the fat man. “Leroy won’t be wearing ANY of it – never again”