You sit on your bed at quarter after 2 am, As you glance around franticly you notice your flashlight batteries are already nearly dead. Suddenly you pale as you hear whispers behind you Freddle 1: He's gotta be almost out of power!! Freddle 2: Ya.. think dad will let us have a bite of him? Freddle 3: Only if we help him Get the kid.
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