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Something interesting. Okay, so two people are talking for a little bit. The “owner” (became a god of the nearby town or something I don’t really know) of this giant white palace I can only describe as a square coliseum with no bottom says she needs to go shopping. After she leaves, the other guy, who is joined by two other people now, breaks some breakable terrain that kind of looks like the stone blocks from ssb Brawl. I am going to start to call this guy Patrick of P for the sake of having a name. I don’t remember much of one partner he had, but the other one wore all black. And had a concealing hood that made him/her (I am going to go with her) look like a black blob. She complains that we are going up against bottomless drops and she doesn’t want to go back. Not like I have any idea of how she left hell the first time, but whatever. P wears a really badly made shirt.

At about 9:30 last night I read a mad lib from the internet I filled out, and whenever they asked for a body part, I submitted either cracked anus or red bull wings (like at the end of those commercials. I could always remember this YouTube video; search sse abridged and the first video it is really funny you should watch it. Anyways “[while flying with wings] Oh, no I am going to, oh wait, I had a Red Bull this morning"). The point is Patrick had both qualities, [dont ask me how I knew about the cracked anus part] and despite having just sprouted wings literally, the shirt wasn’t even remotely there; no tear was created. Oh, and that shirt was so unevenly made it went half the way up his ribcage on one side, and went down halfway on his thigh or just his waist I don't remember. Oh, and he wore really generic black sweatpants shorts. As Patrick used this ridiculous machine to slowly float down, (red bull is inconsistent; don’t chance it if you find yourself sprouting wings from Red Bull in your dreams, or do, It’s not my call but it fits this story I guess), he proclaimed that “All want to get back at [the owner] now. This means everything will go my way.” Indeed it did, until that same owner came back. I am thinking "he's messed this up"

“That’s it, you come by, give me your usual talk, and then this happens.”

“Yeah, I’ve guessed I’ve really fucked myself now”

“Listen, I know we are of the same, we both are adventuring, wanting to venture wherever possible to feel all cozy inside, so I’ll pretend this never happened on three conditions; you walk slowly and take loud steps [so he stops trying to break in places, I don’t’ know but I don’t think she says the other two things or I forgot them.]” After climbing out Patrick did actually walk slowly in his nearly-knee-high boots and even comments on how everybody is so worked up about organizing workflow these days even when walking home, they still try to get there as fast as possible, and not even make an attempt to buy groceries or whatever or just enjoy nature on the way. I now take control, and the red bull wears off, I think. Now I help the townsfolk have some fun with my magic tiny dome shooting clawshot. Wth happened here. Cut to a failing family business claiming this week they will run out of spare cash.

I was thinking about this story all day (or so I think) and on the bus home, to which everybody is surprised at me even though I am not doing anything. I think “I can’t wait to write this story” *wakes up*. “wow” Also one other dream I was in school but everybody always takes caution around me. It was because the school was getting paranoid and they noticed I am really good at playing Payday. Third game I dont own that shows up dammit