You have 24 hours to meet my demands.

You have 24 hours to meet my demands.
and don't forget to bring the cake!" He hung up. 24 hours? To meet those demands? I began to weep, but stopped abruptly when my wife entered the room.
Her face was basking in the glow of 40 candles. My wife smiled, "Don't forget to blow them all! Happy.." I grabbed the cake. "Thanks, hon." Would I get it to them in 24 hrs?
Would I indeed?
The question reverberated in my mind, echoing like a voice between canyon walls. Would I have done it? I spent hours looking into the deepest parts of my soul but found no answer.
This thought swirled in my psyche until I decided to do something about it, but I couldn't so I decided to outsource this decision to my wise oldest of friends.
My bitterest enemy, as well. My dead evil twin Eugene. I would need to pull the cobwebs from the necromancy library but I would have Eugene's advice before the next Bloody Sun. The
night was cold, and Eugene's body had deteriorated more than I had thought, but I managed to bring him back to life and ask him the question that had been burning in my mind since
Thomas Jefferson Elementary School. “Eugene,” I demanded, “Are you the one who put the frog down my panties in 1st grade?” Eugene, not rejoiced by his rebirth, twisted in pain.
"No it wasn't me" Eugene said, now on the verge of tears "I'm just a dream wake up and leave me" I woke up in a cold sweat. I stare at my owner. Why can't I be human? Rib-bit.

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