08/07/10 I hum a little bit, smirking as the crowd of terrified DCs shrinks away. "Look at these people," I sing, walking down blue-lit steps, "Amazing how sheep'll show up for the slaughter..." I hit the wrong notes. Annoyed, I start over. Slipping. Scare Factor: 2. This was probably inspired by the conversation I had with Mzzkc the other day, saying I couldn't remember lyrics during dreams. Apparently my subconscious took offense.
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