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Exploring the disgusting abhorrent gross dark depressing gloomy dim dismal grease soaked environment, I had to think of a way out. The corgi following behind me seemed to desperately want my attention, as he had been rapidly flapping his tongue around. I asked him "God damn, do I need to buy you some lip balm?" out of habit yet again. The corgi explained to me "I've been here before." I did yet another 540 backflip in sheer reflexive shock learning this new revelation, only this time it was onto a piece of McDonalds Sausage-Egg McMuffin. "Explain." I said, my brain not able to keep up with my 3 iq.
"As you may have noticed, the anomaly known as 'flash storage' has an odd effect on those who acquire it from people who sketch it up mad hard" The corgi rolled over onto his back and started doing that dumb back scratching thing that dogs do sometimes. "Not many have survived this anomaly, I am one of the only few to have done so. All instances of this anomaly are often reported of online, [[SUPERDEATH MARIOHELL FUCKBROTHERS 666|I have done so myself, and have used my death as a coverup]] to dissuade the dimension destroying abhorrent gloomy superior abyssal demons away from taking me." The corgi then began to lick his snout 400 times, and proceeded to explain the situation. "I haven't introduced myself. My name is Wigy. I am nine years old, and I am a gamer. I am just like you, very upset."
Twisted now, was my perception of reality, since the flash drive said so. "What is the meaning of all this?" I asked, yet again unable to keep up with my 3 iq. "A very short, yet bulky garlic loving man once told me the answer to that question. It is no longer of importance. For now, shut the fuck up and continue listening." The corgi began flipping through a handbook, but realized that he can't actually flip through it because if he wanted to flip through a hand book he would need hands to do so. As an alternative, he strung the book up on a clothesline made out of onion, and then backflipped, phasing straight through the strung up hand book. "According to this hand book, I am a corgi, and as a result I cannot read. Can you assist me?" asked the struggling corgi, trying very hard to be a dog, you know when dogs? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? "I don't know." I screamed, annoyed. "This is a lot to take all at once." The corgi let out 46.3 sighs within the span of a minute, and reassured me. "I understand that there are over 30 pages in this book. Knowing such, I also understand that it is indeed a lot of book to take all at one time. But stop being such a fucking bitch for the love of god oh my fuck just pick the fucking book up"
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