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The coat hanger drew a Taurus Tracker Model 455 revolver out of hammerspace and fired at me, but I blocked the bullets with the chair I was sitting on. While it was reloading its gun, Officer Baxter came in, drew his Glock 31 pistol, and shot at the coat hanger to no avail. He was shot in the leg when I escaped. I met up with my father and he took me to Chatt State, where I saw the coat hanger holding a student in place while tickling her from behind. It saw me, let the harassed lady go, and continuously knocked one of its prongs against my noggin.
My dad came in to help me by punching the coat hanger’s head only to make it spin. The head stopped spinning with the soul-piercing eyes staring straight at him. Poor Dad became paralyzed with fear as the coat hanger used an electric pencil sharpener to sharpen its fingers into claws. It scratched his head so hard that it even caused four sebaceous cysts to come out of the cuts. This gave me a chance to escape and hop a passenger train that was pulled by a steam locomotive of the Pacific (4-6-2) Whyte notation.
I was about to settle down when a familiar horror caught my eye: The coat hanger. In its hand was blood and the cysts that were in by dad’s head. I got up with a start and began to run to the caboose, followed by the hanger. The surrounding passengers were just as shocked as I was, if not more so, to see a coat hanger with a mind of its own. I reached the caboose and hopped a freight train, where the coat hanger was waiting.
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