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Life in the slow lane

You glance your reflection for a moment, though it hard to see with the light from the store. All of a sudden, things begin to feel weird. As the lights of the store go out, you suddenly see a sloth standing there. At first you think your looking inside, but then notice that the Sloth is as fat as you, and wearing the same clothes. , You gasp, or at least try. You feel your facial muscles begin moving, and the gasp happens as if in slow motion. You try to look at your hands and arms, and find your head turning slowly as your arms raise like they are weighted down, and you see the long claws attached to your hands, and the whitish grey fur. Trying to feel your face takes another couple of seconds, and you feel the shorter smaller snout. You need to call Albert and Fred.

You go for your phone, a process that seems to take an eternity as you slowly fish it out of your pocket. Your weight makes it difficult as all your reactions are to the point where the shift in gravity puts you off balance, and you tilt back slowly, only to be caught in the reverse, then slowly fall back onto your rump. You sigh for 10 seconds, then get your phone out, dialing Albert's number one.... by... one...

"Hello?" you hear Albert say, "Hello, who is this?" he repeats as you have yet to speak, "Al... bert....," you say, your words coming out at a molasses pace, "Help...... Me...," you say. "Is this a Prank call?" says Albert. "I'm... a... sloth...," you say, still continuing your first sentence." There is a pause, as you think Albert is deciphering. "Wait, it that... Hold on," you hear the reave of an engine.

You try to get up, but find your slowed movements ineffective to build any momentum, though by the end of the first attempt, you see Albert's truck's headlights coming alongside the street, stopping just ahead of you. "Wow... you don't see that every day." he says, coming to pick up, "Shut.... up.... and...," you begin as Albert pulls your feet, "Help.... me.... get... up..."

"Um... already did?" says Albert, "But any way..."

"Thank... you..."

"Ok, but what..."

"For... coming..."

"Yeah but.."

"To... get... me..."

Albert pauses, waiting to see if there is anything more. "So what exactly happened?" he asks.

"I... don't... know..."

"Did you see..."

"What... happened..."

"Yes but did you see..."

"To... me... one..."

"Oh this is going to get old fast" Says Albert, pinching the brim of his nose. "Come on," he says, hauling you up and putting you into the truck.

"Minute... I... was... walking... Hey... put....me...down..."

By this point Albert had already started the truck and is driving. "Ok, so your a Sloth, extremely slow, and we don't know who's doing this. Well, I've been hit, you've been hit. Rick was hit... Maybe they will be going after Fred at some point. We should warn him and keep watch." He says.

"You... and... I... have... been... trans.... formed... do... you... think... they... ..."

Albert grumbles as you essentially say the same line of thinking, steering to a road that would take you to Fred's house well before you reach the end of your sentence.


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