"Finish Him" A Voice yelled at me. I started

"Finish Him" A Voice yelled at me. I started to end the vile... FoldingStory., My Dad came in. "Son, I think you're beginning to take folding stories to seriously." "But Daaaad..."
and then my voice faded away as my glazed bloodshot eyes returned to my computer monitor. FoldingStory placed me in a suspension of complete disbelief. My entire world is FS.
I couldn't understand why this had happened to me. My frizzy white feline, Klowd, jumped on my lap, trying to comfort me, however, nothing could fix what had happened.
My shovel's blade and handle had separated, and now I had to bury Devin by hand. "Klowd, quit meowin', the police'll hear." Some of us have none of the luck. Killing should be easy
Trying to dig in the hard dirt was impossible. I looked around for a sturdy stick or something. Maybe I could just pile rocks on top of Devin, but the police dogs would find the bo
llocks easily since his bollocks smelled of hashish. The river was a few hundred yards off, too far to drag a 400 lbs. man. Gasoline. Incineration was the solution. Needing a tube,
I just succeeded in setting the 400lbs man alight & sat back to congratulate myself when I noticed, behind the hedge, the original 400lbs man! I tried blowing out the neo-400lbs ma
n juice but ruptured my neck. The 400lb man burned like a torch on a waterbed full of napalm. This was my radical new diet plan: Pyro-lite.
The diet would involve me lighting people on fire with it and eating the skin off their bones. My doctor had told me doing this was a healthy eating habit.
Cannibalism was quite the conundrum & one that I didn't want to risk during my Mt. Fuji expedition. So, I politely disagreed, declining Dr. Lu's Luscious Lecter health package.

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