The Bread Theory: Difference between revisions

When you think you are spreading some strawberry or blueberry jam on a nice piece of bread, you are spreading it on your table.

 

 

I, the nice and enthusiastic guy walked into the bread factory, leading a group for a tour, and then the door to the factory shut and locked. "What's going on?" an old hag asked from the back. I was drastically sweating, if that makes any sense at all. "I'm sure it was just the wind," but it wasn't. Oh how little we did know what was coming…

My eyes narrowed.

 

 

I pulled a knife on dobby and skinned him right there. The blood going everywhere satisfyed me. I loved the sound of crushing bone and marrow globbing onto the floor dobby. "Dobby, full yet?" I asked as I raised his dead mutilated corpse to my ear. "Huh, Dobby? Are you happy now?"

 

I loved the feeling of pain. I stuck my fingers into the gooey brain and started warping it up. Suddenly, everything in my view began warping and changing colors. Probably because of my hurt brain.

 

I pulled them out and layed them beside me, happy with what I had done. Then, I remembered, why wasn't I dead?

So I took it out with my blooody mutilated hands and grasped it. "Why am I not dy-"

 

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[[Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT]]

[[Category:Well, that was pointless.]]

[[Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!]]

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