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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.
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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!" 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
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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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