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I couldn't seem to muffle my bubbling laughter, though my true desire was to scream for help. Those cruel clowns had locked me in the Feather Chamber.
"If you don't let me out soon I'll start farting uncontrollably," I threatened the cruel clowns in a moment of clarity in between my bubbling laughter. Their sad faces
were actually just makeup, so it was hard to read their expressions, but clearly my flatulence did not make them want to set me free... I had to try another method. This time, I br
oke wind with my clarinet, which I'd smuggled in down my pants. I felt I could mesmorize them by playing a little jazz solo. Then maybe they'd let me go & I could make it home for
lunch. Lunch would be good, and I would eat body parts and feast on live human beings. Such was life, being a cannibal. I also liked clarinet, and
the oboe. I smile thinking this as i make my way to my food cellar. "Who wants to be made into "Beef" Wellington" I say to the frightened people chained to my cellar walls. "Ah you
!" The chained wraith groaned, "Oh please, not pastry. Give me a clean death--make me into duck a l'orange." "For questioning me," I screeched, "it'll be death by trifle." I sliced
quince, ginger and the wraith layering him with honey & sweetbread soaked in bitters covered in cherry blossoms. It went over well at my confectionary. "Devilishly good" they said.

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