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What the fuck?
there's no way to limit myself like that,
especially when the subject is mr. burst.
cavern was in fact thin enough to tunnel
through my electric torch failed.
Casting about by the weak light of my
Timex Indiglo I discovered that my
fingers somehow changend into
spatulate digging appendages. Rather
than cry out in terror I made haste to
remove a section of the soft loamy
flooring, moving the earth at a rapid
pace with my evolved hands. Suddenly
without warning the whole cavern filled
with an eerie whistling sound and the
floor broke. I tumbled, idol and all,
through the dark for what seemed like
an eternity. From where I'm writing now,
the velocity of my fall has ebbed to a
gentle float and handy laptop computers
drift along with me like jellyfish. A
couple of days ago I chanced to notice
a white and brown luminous cloud
moving in the opposite direction. Soon
it should be nearing, and I know with an
unerring certainty that this energy nest
contains a small sofa and Barry and we
will probably have a drink and play
cards.