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I. Whelmed.

Writer: aliya anandaliya anand

Updated: Jan 19, 2022

Rumbling rollerblades on a rolling roller coaster, you hit the brakes too soon or not at all.

You look both ways before crossing the road. Stake the premises, the coast is clear.

All of a sudden a little green martian, clad in his little purple spacesuit, comes tumbling down in his little blue spaceship.

He looks you dead in the eye and shoots you with his laser scythe.

all you can think of is

"why a scythe?"


 
 
 

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