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It had followed me from a dream into real life, appearing randomly. "erwre343434". It was the last thing my concubot said before she left me standing in the rain. I got a tattoo

who had gotten drowsy from my boring hard luck story. He'd tatooed Solacious Crumb right in the middle of my back. I never found out about until I saw a rerun of my naked hologram

at a strip club on Yavin IV. Little did I know that after his death a secret cult following Salacious Crumb had developed. My back tattoo of "The Crumb" was a mark of the order.

I was immediately shoved into a dimly lit backroom of the club. Three piles of crumbs were on the table & a gun was pressed to my temple. I said "Graham cracker, sourdough, Ritz."

"One last try," a voice in the darkness rasped. A single bead of sweat rolled down my face & I whispered "Triscuit, Saltines, Goldfish..." I swallowed. The lights suddenly came on

& I found myself facing the Pepperidge Farm brigade. They'd kidnapped me from the treehouse, demanding the Keebler secrets. I would never tell. Never! Our crackers were baked with

pure, grade-A elf dust, which WILL get you high. Pepperidge Farm had no idea who they were messing with. That's when My Keebler kemosabes snuck in the back with lit katanas and

attacked. Rivers of blood and baked goods flowed heavier than Rosie odonnell's menstrual cycle. Satisfied the blood the was fulfilled the elves committed ritual suicide.