" God save our souls!", to that I said "

" God save our souls!", to that I said " I am the son of the devil and I am here to do the devil's work". I shot him in the face twice, it felt like
puddin, yes puddin...
I started munching and munching and the cup started getting emptyer and emptyer then when it was all gone I
uploaded the whole episode to Youtube, who deleted it pretty quickly, but not before someone had saved it and hosted it elsewhere. My cup antics had made me infamous and I needed
to up the ante. So I submitted a video featuring much the same routine, only this time with 17 girls and five cups. I had to have more fame, and this was the only conceivable way.
But then my older brother slapped me. "Shlep Rock!" To up the ante he said collect your poo for a month, then get a hydrolic pump and stick it deep inside
my anus, though he said it by mispronouncing "Uranus". I hate older brothers from the 80s. He was a cracker homophobe with a pet tarantula and mimed barfing at me. Killing time.
I played my "Killing time" music on my Walkman. You know where the violins all strike a rhythmic discordant note repeatedly. I approached my older brother from behind with a nerf
gun, and shot him in the back of the head with enough force to knock his eyes out, just as the music reached that one really awesome part.
He picked up the bullet, casing, and eyes and placed them in a paper bag. He put the gun in a rubber plant. He dusted off his opera cloak and top hat and walked out into the mist.

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