You sit there in your chair. There is a noise outside and you do not care. I say, "Come this way," softly into your ear. You go down the hall and you see closet that you have never seen. You open it to see a black skull. It is Geranimo. Skull and Crossbones is you today. It is black, which means disease. Black plague entity. You appear back at your seat. You throw it up and down as you identify the greed of that nation toward me. It is all over your hands. It transforms into minute dung beetles. You are eating an egg salad sandwich and now it is black. You start to choke like epicack. You have a heart attack and lay there dead in that chair. Now as they just walk by, you see that they definitely don't care.
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