The chunk of antimatter floated in its magnetic

The chunk of antimatter floated in its magnetic containment unit, hovering ominously in as near a vacuum as I could get. Still, stray gamma rays from the occasional annihilation
reflex. I transposed the gamma rays with a chemical mirror and then the mirror shattered. A green plasma cloud exploded coating my lungs.
I feared the worst: 10 years from now, I would star in one of those "Smoking green plasma is bad" campaigns with a reed in my lung. But I couldn't quit. I shattered more mirrors
and sprayed painted the walls with neon day-glo paint. I felt devilish, like doing something really naughty...so that is when I came up with a plan to grind up the mirrors and
install realistic photos of myself in their place. Then, when the Queen asked who was the fairest of them all, yours truly would stare back at her. Pretty good April Fool's joke, I
thought until it did not work out that way. It appears that a prank is not about fairness. So I was not deemed the Fairest of them all and the Queen only saw herself in the mirror
Which happened each day when she got dressed to go out riding on her horse. The strict rules Her Majesty followed included time to read before bedtime. Her horsehound, Jack, sat at
the table and read to the Queen Mother from their favorite,"Tales of Sir Bussles: an Uncommon and Dashing Horsehound".It always began with "It was a dark & blustry night at Winsore
Castle," and always ended with "And so, Sir Bussles curled up by the fire and chewed the head off a mouse." which made the Queen Mother clap her hands until they bruised. A servant
enacted the part of Sir Bussles, then applied ointment to her hands. She then attempted to pick up smooth objects, which slipped from her grasp. A source of endless delight.

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