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It's nice to be stuck in a fantasy isn't

  • It's nice to be stuck in a fantasy isn't it? But you can never be stuck forever. Some day you have to return reality... where it is kill or be killed.

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  • But that day is not today. So he stuck his hand back in his waistband and ate some more kettle corn.

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  • I HATE kettlecorn. And EVERYONE who eats kettkecorn. And so I shot his hand, the one that was in hus pants. (I think i shot something else too)

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  • . I looked. I listened. Aside from the kettle corn eater's screams, all was still. No more popping kernels or crinkly bags to distract me from the task at hand.

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  • I whipped out my sabre, so sure danger was lurking behind the circus tent. "A-HAHHHHAAA!" I screamed, my weapon poised...but...nothing. I thought I heard the bearded lady

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  • snort with laughter. "Whats so funny?" I asked the bearded lady. But she just kept on laughing and soon I got tired, so I put my sabre away. Then she said in a thick russian accent

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  • "You just gave me a craving for vodka, sprats and caviar!" Where was the nearest russian grocery? There were none in the yellow pages. I found one, somehow,, but it was ten miles

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  • from The Integral and my friend Dmitri accompanied me only grudgingly. "Great idea. Vodka, sprats and caviar -- enticements of the fallen -- are surely worth the horrors we shall

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  • face in the upcoming state mandated gladiatorial games." Dmitri grabbed a bottle of Vodka and gobbled it down. I ate the caviar.

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  • It was delicious, but then pink elephants started racing around. Dmitri was simply lolling drunkenly in his chair. I seized hold of one of the elephants and left this mortal plain!

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