He woke up like all the days before, still

He woke up like all the days before, still exhausted. But unlike all the days before, he was in an unknown hotel room, with a dried blood caked across his upper lip. How had
he paid for this room? That chandelier was worth 4 stars on its own. He struggled to wipe the blood off his lip because of the boxing gloves. Hmm, maybe he was a boxer. A jump rope
was tied around his ankles making movement difficult. The gloves were proving impossible to remove and thus the rope was going to be there for a while. He looked around and saw a
cavernous, dimly-lit room, echoing silence. His blood rushed loudly in his ears; his breathing coming thick and fast as he pulled at the ties that tightly bound his ankles
He managed to free himself, but even after his restraints fell to the floor, he didn't move from the corner. Crouching, gasping, straining to see. The only noise he heard was
the gurgling of his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything for thirty-six hours and his stomach had more knots in it then a hangman's noose. He waited and listened intently.
It seemed like something in there was in poor humors about the lack of meal service the last day & a half and was ruminating on what to do about it. He decided to record his bowel
movements show them to his doctor. Two weeks later, the doctor was looking worriedly at the measurements. He hadn't seen anything like this in years. His patients bowels were
bowels were tied in actual knots. The only thing that could have done this was a Zuper Buper Luper. They were ugly creatures and the only way to get rid of them was to
....................... IT WORKED!

Started: 2014-04-29 22:54:23
Finished: 2015-09-19 13:54:15

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