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Google Soul.

 

Really wrong. Horrifyingly wrong. I first noticed there was a problem when the

back of my throat started burning. The cheese! The turkey! The broccoli! It was

a fiery death on. With no other option but to try to fix my homicidal friend, I

ripped open the phone book and flipped through the yellow pages until I found a

 

Except that I have a really short attention span, due to

slamming the receiver to the base in agony because my throat and tongue and

mouth were still hurting from the flames I had fanned in tearing out the

 

I let out a scream. That wasn't the Microwave Repairman!

physical condition. There was a pause and at first I assumed it was just an

accident or a prank or a discard beta version of a door bell dinging, but no.

 

The door slammed open. In came three dapper young men from—something,

gaped in horror as the three swashbucklers or whatever they were assembled in a

semi-circle, as if they perform some sort of strange dance. "I think I'll be

 

Okay, fuck me, but my microwave had grown legs somehow and

Well, fuck. Before I could turn my eyes back to the

intruders who I am unsure how they had broken into my house, I noticed

 

 

Something strange happened to me today

 

I tried to talk my way out of it, but it was too late. I was

something oozing out of my head. Like a river flowing downstream. I felt an undescribable

 

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