Go back to Sleep
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- | You just put your arm back down and slip back into sleep. You dream a strange dream involving the struggles of typing while wearing boxing gloves. when you wake up you look at the clock and it says 1:30 PM. You curse as you jump out of bed it monday and you were supposed to be at work by noon. you throw some semi-clean clothes on and drown yourself in spray- | + | You just put your arm back down and slip back into sleep. You dream a strange dream involving the struggles of typing while wearing boxing gloves. when you wake up you look at the clock and it says 1:30 PM. You curse as you jump out of bed it monday and you were supposed to be at work by noon. you throw some semi-clean clothes on and drown yourself in spray-on deodorant. You drive to the Burger King where you work only to find that a bomb had exploded at 12:30, killing everybody inside. The only clue left behind was the word Technochocolate spray-painted on the concrete of the rubble-filled parking lot. |
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+ | [[Category:The Mystical quest for Technochocolate]] |
Current revision as of 18:37, 29 June 2010
You just put your arm back down and slip back into sleep. You dream a strange dream involving the struggles of typing while wearing boxing gloves. when you wake up you look at the clock and it says 1:30 PM. You curse as you jump out of bed it monday and you were supposed to be at work by noon. you throw some semi-clean clothes on and drown yourself in spray-on deodorant. You drive to the Burger King where you work only to find that a bomb had exploded at 12:30, killing everybody inside. The only clue left behind was the word Technochocolate spray-painted on the concrete of the rubble-filled parking lot.