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The Officers approached, batons and tazers

  • The Officers approached, batons and tazers raised. I watched, a grimace appearing on my face. "You can't do this to me! I'm the KING!" I screamed and began to back up.

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  • I tripped on my blue suede shoes. My PB, bacon, & banana sandwich flew out of my hands as the Officers cuffed me. The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was

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  • none other than The Beatles, reformed for the occasion, John Lennon and George Harrison in hologram form. Soon the county jail was surrounded by thousands of screaming fans. I slyl

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  • y was really super sly. I have always been sly. Ever since the mule kicked me in the face, I have no nerve feeling there, and my face is totally slack. That makes it appear as if

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  • I am another psychopathic zombie. But I am not! That mule has been spotted on a farm where it cannot escape. It works all day things back and forth. It sleeps all night and snores.

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  • From behind the safety of its fence, the mule mocks me and calls me insulting things. It knows that, being a zombie, I do not have the requisite motor coordination to get inside

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  • the bomb shelter before the big one hits, but being a zombie I am not concerned. As the device detonates, I try to smile as the mocking mule's eyes melt and it's parts splayout

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  • My parts fared no better. I may be a zombie, but I am still made of fragile matter, and an atom bomb is an atom bomb. Still, my undead brain kept sluggishly ticking in my severed

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  • balls. Everything was pain. There was no comfort being severed from my body because I could still feel the loss and that loss was pain within itself.

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  • My body had caused me to feel pain & suffering,but being separated from it I had a phantom body with phantom pain but I also felt phantom love & phantom joy so death isn't all bad.

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