"Stop the whirliness!"

"Stop the whirliness!"
Sue-Ellen looked on in horror as the tips of her hair began to curl. The spiralgraph had spun out of control into sentience and was now imposing its will on the surroundings.
This was the Year of Fat Loud Speeches and Sue-Ellen's hair had
been blown straight back from the Fat Loud Speaker's voice. Sue-Ellen appreciated it, though, because she hated her naturally curly hair. Fat Loud Speaker was also monotone and
Spoke gibberish better than anyone else.
".elttob akdov olleH", I started, "?uoy pleh I naC" It didn't answer. I might have tackled the issue all wrong. I took off my headset and tried again, but with another
dialect:"C4n 1 h31p u,hax0r?"Nothing.Vodka Bottle was obviously deaf.Or dead.It still had a pulse,so the poor fella couldn't hear me.What a world,I thought.Why did God let this
happen to Himself? God berated Himself for killing another Host. Now he would need to find another Host before he stopped being God and became Elohim. His time was running out.
He could see it running out from the jar it was stored in. He had forgotten to close the jar again. It was a menace- remembering when to open and close the Jar of Time but
he managed to find a whisk brook and sweep most of the time back into the jar and cap it off. His Mom noticed that some time was missing and opened a big jar of whoop-ass onto him.

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