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Fred sulked for a while, and then decided the only course of action would be to destroy everything. John didn?t
see much of him for the next few days. He had locked himself in John?s garden shed, emerging only to eat and stretch
his new legs.
A week later Fred walked into John?s house looking a little different. He had apparently created a lawnmower, stop-valve
sprinkler system, and washing machine hybrid weapon with the power to destroy the world, and grafted it onto his
body. He seemed quite proud of it.
John tried to dissuade Fred from destroying everything, but Fred was doggedly determined, and walked off down the
street, pausing only to pulverise a couple of neighborhoods along the way.
He decided that in order to survive, he would have to use the full force of his new weapon from the ocean, after
which he would find a way to get rid of his new legs, and go about living life the way it was before his mysterious
evolution.
He strolled down the beach and into the ocean, and was enjoying the feel of the water on his dried out skin, frolicking
amongst a school of fish and contemplating the destruction to come, when a Taiwanese fishing trawler suddenly swept
him up in their net, and he was clubbed quickly to death by a particularly burly fisherman.
What a silly world we live in.
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