I sat down with a piece of toast in my hand

I sat down with a piece of toast in my hand and stared at the laptop thinking of a love story to write to my thousands of fans for a book to come out next year, I sat there then
my agent walked in and snatched my toast. "Knock off that public glad handing. Where is that chapter? Pronto!" Crumbs dribbled onto his oxford shirt. My writer's block surged
into the side of his head, knocking my agent cold. Using my other mind powers, I levitated the toast back to my hand. Stepping over his unconscious body, I picked up the phone
and breifely wondered who to call. The answer was obvious. In a few minutes the Ghostbusters arrived. They pointed their proton packs at me and
fired, then metaphysically wrangled me into the trap. Later in the Ecto Containment Unit, I met a lot of souls I hadn't seen in a while.
There was uncle Lester, Nana, and hey! - Bobby Shitzen my best friend from 3rd grade. Now that we were all ghosts being held against our will, there was a common bond and hatred
shares in our evil corporation. Essentially, you could purchase stocks of hate, to take part in the evil corporation's destruction of leisure time which led to a ton of
demonstrations all over the world. The Occupy movement felt compelled to install a hierarchy for Effective Demonstration Management Strategies, and governments shivered when they
began leaving garbage in the streets and polluting the local parks. This forced local small business owners to fix bayonets and violently force them to clean up and look for jobs.
"Damn hipsters," said the mayor, "Serves them right."

Started: 2011-04-29 01:30:05
Finished: 2012-08-01 09:19:08

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