Imagine that you are on a table, and a scary person named Vomica is standing over you with a chimpanzee in his hands. He lowers the chimpanzee until it's face is almost touching yours. It's hair tickles your skin and you smell chihuahua on it's breath. It stares meaningfully into your eyes and whispers to you all manner of arcane cultural devices and secrets. As it speaks, the chimpanzee fumbles behind your jawbones, unlatching your face from your skull. Suddenly everything goes fuzzy and you awake with the disconcerting sensastion that 'reality' and 'dream' may be interchangeable concepts.
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oipthestampede:
How dare you steal material from my screenplay!!! I'm getting Johnny Cochran!!!
go_lately:
chimpanzee breath smells like mealworms