Friday, July 31, 2009

Chapter Five.

Out of pure terror, the small squirrel craps on your head. The other squirrels find this very amusing. They then start to rub their paws and lick their lips. They are getting closer. You have a soiled squirrel, a remote control and the mysterious stranger ends up to be nothing but a top hat and a trench coat on a coat rack.

To be continued...

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