George R. R. Martin is stalking me

I was cartwheeling and back-flipping home from the internment camp my family is stationed at one night and I heard farts.

I turned around to see George R. R. Martin standing in the shadows, his fingers fidgeting.

"Hey, I need help with my story, 'Game of Bones'" he said nerdilly at me.

"Stranger DANGER!" I shrieked and back-flipped and slide-kicked away, but he jogged after me all slow-like!

Then last night I was somersaulting down the stairs for dinner and I saw his FACE! It was smushed against the window, and he said, "Hey boy, I need some helps with finishing my book, the TV show is beating meeeeeeee!"

I screamed and twirled up to the ceiling but he squished his fat head through the dog door and keeps asking me which characters ha can afford to kill off without losing his fan base!!

HAAAALP!

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Credited to darrylhaste 

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