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I have decided no more narrative:


The Incredible Forensic Foreplay Machine
Current mood: hot

The incredible forensic foreplay machine strode across the blasted landscape of stripmall heaven, its mandibles shaking, its compound eyes undressing the sleek chassis of hydroelectric women...it was delightful devolution on four peglegs as the snow came down like manna and stuck in its soul...despair that it would never meet its kind ever and no creator to pray to but the writ of holy blog like the eye of a hurricane in its frenzied overought CPU...
Meanwhile, in a bad screenplay, the following was taking place:

INT: OLD NAVY--DAY

A CLERK is ringing people out at a cash register. Christmas music is playing in the background. A MAN carrying a powder blue sweater approaches him.

MAN- Pardon me, do you have this in a medium?

CLERK (flipping out) Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!

(The clerk points his laser scanner at the man and fires. The man blinks.)

MAN- What's the matter? Didn't you get any hugs as a child?

(To be cont.)