Nevermind

"What happens then?" you ask, now on the floor and still scratching yourself.

"Oh, nothing," Fred mutters. "What about our snack? Are you just going to sit there all night?"

You shake your head and rise on all fours. "Lead me to the kitchen!" you order, your tongue hanging out of your mouth. Fred obliges, and soon you are both standing before the refrigerator.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

Intuition
Cabin Fever

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