And stroking his head, she looked at him

And stroking his head, she looked at him and said " Hey. I just met you and
I can't talk, but I am hoping you can read my mind." He couldn't, unfortunately. All he knew was here was this little ol' lady he'd never met before, rubbing his head.
She must be Australian he thought. It is well known that elderly women in Australia are avid head rubbers. After a while the circular motion she was using became
irritating to my areola because she was blind. I hissed for the old woman to stop,
and then the most bizarre thing happened. She pulled off her hair, and revealed a zipper at the top of her head. She unzipped it, and Azealia Banks appeared. I was speechless.
Mostly because I had no idea who Azealia Banks was. Azealia was clearly peeved. "I'm a big time rapper, straight outta Harlem." I peeked into the unzipped head. Tupac was hiding
in Azealia's head. Well this was a conundrum as I'd just asked her to be my bride. "Tupac, scram outta my fiancée's head, if you please. We have plans." Tupac hunkered down even
Stephen, Stephen Hawking in a doo-rag that is. Poor old Stephen, victim of a drive-by, but blessed with the gift of
gab. Synthetic gab, that is. That computerized, robotic voice echoed in my ears: "SAVE MONEY. YOLO. LOL!" Obviously, something had gone very wrong in Mr. Hawking's wheelchair.
Inmate El Greco had been ejected from a wormhole which originated in a distant prison cell. He landed on the physicist's chair, damaging it. I followed after, and Stephen grinned.

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