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He hated elevators. Especially the ones that

  • He hated elevators. Especially the ones that spoke. 'Thirteenth floor... Doors are open....Mind your step......Have a nice day...', all that unpersonal friendliness made him feel
  • less connected than he already was to everyday life. Another thing he hated about elevators, was traveling while standing still. Things were always changing around
  • without his permission, and he could no longer tolerate it. It was time to take command, and once he had the elevators under control, the next step would be
  • to locate this self-named "Cowboy." He'd always hated Americans, ever since they'd won WWII. This heist was his personal revenge. He needed to get him on the walkie-talkie
  • Dr Angry Pants, come in Dr Angry Pants. chshh This is Dr Angry Pants chshh. I need your help tracking the coyboy. chshh. Consider it done. Meet me at 0:300. Over and Out chshh.
  • My walkie talkie battery was dying. I knew where the mythical LegoCowboy was hiding, and it was just a matter of getting there. (Chrshsh) Dr AngryPants can you hear me? (Chrsh)
  • The walkie talkie immediately died, and I was standing on the edge of the rainbow river. Damnit Dr. AngryPants! I MUST find LegoCowboy before the sun sets over the marshmallow
  • bridge to Candy Land. I could pay the toll, but my Monopoly money is all gone. Guess I'll have to grab Colonel Mustard and the candlestick in the ballroom to bribe him. Once over
  • the candy-coated bridge, I could see the Peppermint Forest and the Gumdrop Mountains. Lolly was out there somewhere, I knew. Then I stepped on a discarded gingerbread plum and slid
  • headlong into Diabetic Valley. It was there I discovered Lolly. She licked her sugar addiction & became a lesbian vegan wellness coach. How's that for a sweet ending?
Started
2011-11-30 16:05:00
Finished
2013-07-15 18:35:29

1 Comments

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    martusino Jul 15 2013 @ 19:37

    This story was certainly an elevator...

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