Epilogue

“Screw this, I thought. The little prick flushed me down the toilet.”

I spoketh again.

“Since thee flushethed meeith downeth the toilette and I greweth to a humonguth size, I must par-take of thy flesh.”

The little prick did openeth his arms widely and screamethed to me in an idiot’s glee, “Bobbi-Jo!”

I ate the Fucker.

THE END

Really.

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