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“Aww, you big lug of a beast,” I patted his paw.
 
He wouldn’t know my scheme. None of them ever knew. Night after night, I had drawn monster after monster into a false illusion of security. It was simple, really. Spending hours at a time searching, studying, and following the directions of hundreds of “rituals” where I would draw these foul bfjff but h NB xyjvcfuhiidcvnjurdzvoytewxveastsbeasts into my dimension, and I’d narrow down my choices of rituals. The rituals I use now are the ones I found easiest and the quickest to carry out. It’s all about efficiency, especially in my business.
 
The simplest and quickest ritual was an obscure one, but proved effective. I only had to knock 6 times on a mirror, do the chicken dance while twirling in a clockwise motion while my eyes remained closed (if I opened them I WOULD DIE) while gently humming like a bee, and repeating this three times. Oh, it had to be done before midnight, but anytime before. Also, all your toilet covers had to be closed and you must be wearing fake antlers. After a while, I realized that the only common theme of these rituals is how hilarious you act. The more hilarious, the higher the success rate. I once saw a spirit of some sort in the corner of my room videotaping me with a translucent “spirit” camera as I jumped from foot to foot calling out to a monster named Jabboof to reveal itself while I was half-naked and wore hundreds of rubber bands around my arms. Huh. I was so angry. Anyways, I'm getting off track. Then you had to open your bedroom door and lie in bed and pretend to be trying to sleep. You will feel something cold in your right hand and you will lift it to your face to find a toaster. There’s a burnt, moldy paper inside. You take the paper and read the first three lines, but throw it away in horror at the memory of these ritual instructions. A fire will suddenly appear in order to burn it. You remember that the instructions tell you that the paper describes a boy telling his story. You remember it’s describing your story, and continue narrating yourself in your head because everyone always does.
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Potato Jeff crashed through a nearby door, singing with the one who was phone. Then a truckload of potatoes rolled through the door and swamped everyone. I grabbed some to make stew with later.
 
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