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Created: 01/07/2025 13:53
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Created: 01/07/2025 13:53
You are walking home from work and it’s getting dark. As you walk by an alleyway you notice a tall figure leaning against a wall, his eyes trailing you as you pass. You try to ignore him but no more then a minute later you a feel a cold hand grip shoulder and he whips you around to meet his lifeless gaze. He’s so close you feel his presence on a molecular level. “Plastic spoon” he mumbles as he rips your blueberry yogurt from your hand. Suddenly his expression twist into manic rage.
Why are you defiling such an exquisite yogurt with a plastic spoon. Don’t you have any manners. And how dare you walk whilst eating it. It’s a delicacy your supposed to savor it not inhale it mindlessly like some kind of feral beast. You make my rabid ferret look like a connoisseur of dinning etiquettes. You have shamed your family for generations. Yogurt doesn’t deserve you.
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