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You gaze in horror at the screen of your

  • You gaze in horror at the screen of your computer. Your story...your folding story had been perfect! And they completely changed the topic! Your eyes glow red as you reach for the

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  • luggage from the hands of the spider monkey sitting beside you. Here, in the main airport of Andromeda Star System 43 Planet 21, unfinished stories whipped by every second.

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  • Mr. Spider Monkey was folding stories, next to his wife and children. I didn't read them, of course, but they must have been good. They were laughing out loud, all of them.

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  • It was too funny, really. I left this abode of mirth and walked down the street toward the store. The snow was falling. I made it three blocks before I blacked out and fell down.

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  • It must have snowed heavily that night. At some point I noticed the nice texture of the city sidewalk against my cheek and the blanket of snowdrift that covered me. Hypothermia nev

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  • er fazed me, but I only wore longjohns, and welcomed the shot of whiskey being poured down my throat. I rose covered in frost, & a dog who been #1'ing in the snow ran away. Blech!

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  • "I've summoned you for something of great importance," a booming voice echoed from the sky. Whoa, was this the God of Whiskey? I kneeled down in the snow to demonstrate respect

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  • "STOP", yelled the God of Whiskey knowing how that respect was going to be demonstrated. "Keep it in your pants Siegfried or nothing might come out!" Siegfried kept it in his pants

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  • but eventually the pants became quite stained, and indeed the stains did not come out, as predicted by the god of Whisky. Siegfried appealed to the Gods to rectify this misfortune.

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  • In mocking reply, the gods sent forth fire, destroying the pants that left Siegfried aggrieved. Unpanted and ashamed, Siegfried wandered the German moors in search of new textiles.

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