There are many elements in the world.

Herbert Humphries had spent his entire sick day with a blanket on his lap, camped out in front of his HD Element 32" television, watching science fiction films without a care. But when he started The Fifth Element, something occurred to him: if there were five elements on the screen, and the screen itself were an Element, then there were technically six elements at play right there in his living room, which, judging by the chaos unfolding in front of him as a result of just five elements, was a very bad thing.

Herbert put down his bowl of chicken noodle soup, wrapped the blanket fully around his body, and closed his eyes, shutting out the images of what appeared to be some sort of hover-taxi chase scene. Would doing this really protect him from the havoc that his fever-choked mind was convinced would be bursting forth from his television momentarily? No. But it was all he had, so it would have to do.

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