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The telephone rang. He picked it up. Bad

  • The telephone rang. He picked it up. Bad news. He was clueless as to what course of action needed to be taken. He had never been exposed to such a shock before. He was paralised.
  • His hand gripped the phone and a current rippled across his back and down his leg through the old heater grating he was standing on. He heard the voice at the other end say, "
  • Hi my name is Anne, I am a robocall. The energy pulse you just received is a little reminder that we can take you down at any time. Have you thought about your credit?" He dropped.
  • As he hit the linoleum, his eyes flickered shut and his mind fell into a concussion-induced delirium. "Oh hello, Tom Cruise," he chuckled, "I was just about to proposition you for
  • another wacky crossbred religion and pyramid scheme. That had Cruise's attention. "Speak your mind earthling," he said. I said, "Have you ever thought about controlling huge amount
  • s of people by spouting non-scientific mumbo-jumbo at them?" Mr. Cruise stared at me in silence for a moment before promptly leaping up to break my fingers. "Well now, that seems a
  • fitting response to your treacherous mistruths." My hand was a bloody pulp but I wasn't done with Tom Cruise yet. I just wasn't sure where to attack. There were too many obvious
  • weak points, marked by glowing crystals. I knew if I struck there I might get a critical hit and defeat Tom Cruise, but this wasn't about winning or losing. I wanted to him suffer.
  • I wanted him to writhe in agony before me. I still remember watching Mission Impossible 2 and that scene with the white doves. His smirking midget face. My time was now. I loaded
  • all the cupcakes onto my quadricycle and made my deliveries. Oh, but there would be redemption. Oh, would there. Nobody makes ME see a movie starring a mediocre cultist!

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