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“See how you eventually disgraced your family? Ehn, just take a look at yourself.”

I did take a look at myself in the mirror and she was absolutely right. Or wait, was she a woman or I am the woman? I looked in the mirror once more and was even more confused. I decided to leave this room. People here at not friendly at all. Look at all of them judging me.

I found the knob to the adjoining room and walked in. Or wait, did I walk or floated in? I knew I was dragging my feet, but was I doing that in the air? Well, that doesn’t matter now. I am sure I will find friends here. I looked around the room and what I saw doesn’t look anywhere near human beans? Bean? Why the F do I mean by beans? This room is making feel retard. I need to get out of here. I am sure I will find familiar beans in the next room. Bleep, I said beans again. I need to hasten out.

Hasten out I did, and I found my myself in a cinema hall. The movie was playing white and black and it had just begun. A motion appeared on the screen and I could see myself as a kid, wrapped a little more like Darling Jesus in a Manger. Oh, what a beauty, I thought. Yes, this is where I needed to be, not in a room filled with people looking like beans and judging me all day long. Surely, this little kiddo here would never do anything hurtful. Pfft. The next thing I saw was the kid crawling out of the cinema screen. What is this? He crawled out and instantly became a figure exactly like me, only that, unlike mine, his eyes were clear and white and he had many hands. He was wearing a scowl though, and holding a thick rope.

“You!”, he screamed.

Me what? I thought in my head but couldn’t speak. He seemed to have heard my thoughts though. Wtf is the rope for?

“You are misbehaving and embarrassing yourself right now!! I am your friends and I need to put an end to this!’’

You are my friends? Wtf? How many of you?

He didn’t allow my thoughts linger for long before his many hands wrapped around me and tied me nicely with a knot while I struggled on the floor, screaming, convulsing, and vomiting.

Then, the strangest thing happened. The dredge I was vomited began to form an alphabetical pattern and it seemed like it was trying to write something. It indeed was, and I soon saw it clearly. In what looked like a gothic font, my vomit told me: “Never Ever Take More Than One Puff of Colorado”.

Say No to Drug Abuse.

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