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// Both the story title and the title of the first chapter are right. 
// Story: This story´s first chapter´s title is hilarious! 
// by YetAnotherDiscord 
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	Once upon a time, there was a jug of water, and as the paper disks fell out of the desks, a toaster rang, and when the potted plant tried to take it, it got some frozen ears. This was due to the fact that it would have been insane to consider reading this story you are reading right now, and if you are confused now, how the heck did you get through the chapter number e?!
So consider the spiders inside your stomach, and fruit some eat, so they can grow big and strong and invade the bedbugs in your liver, and flourish, and build pyramids out of your bones. And you will not  even notice! So, just do it! Or don´t, íf you prefer that!
There is a god of tea inside a cup of coffee, and He hates it, so He will smite you unless you agree to become His prophet. And this prophet will write a book, a holy writ, with much wit in the writ, and certainly no sh....
Well, but the god of tea, comes down, and cries how badly written this book of sacred wisdom is, and how horrible your handwriting, and that it isn´t at all what He had in mind, he will forece them to redo it, to do it from scratch again, and the prophet will eat the god and drink coffee for all of eterni-tea, holding to his or her or its left a piece of lettuce, written upon which are the words "Agadefl" and "Mokjldran".
But why, then, does Rainbow Dash hate to dream of sunflowers, and Berry Punch like to dream of having a balloony head? The reason of this unreasonable question (and story, of course!) lies within the hearth of chrystal - not the heart of chrystal, mind you - and is a stew made from mp3-players and potatoes, stirred by enormously tiny omnicidal peppershakers with strange, on first glance useless, rods in their faces.  And no, they are not Daleks. What ever made you think that?! That is as far-fetched as pizza and streamers for a party, I mean, how could you?
"Daleks" isn´t the first answer to everything, you know! That is "Cybermen", or "Borg", respectively. Apropos, do you know how many Borg you need to screw in a lightbulb?
Well, me neither! Mwwwhhhahhahhahhhhahhhaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And do you know why that requires an evil cackle with an abundance of exclamation marks? Because it is an established fact that staplers are good with porcupines, and if you do not know what this means, than you are a sane persone and kindly ordered to leave this forsaken place of madness! Oh, you want to leave your sanity behind? Well, sadly, that is easier told than said, so just sit back or front or up-side-left and listen to these feelings smelling like purple sours. And yes, I mean dino-sours, giant lemons and pickled onions and vinegared gummy bears roaming deserts, and hunting each other with terrible teeth and horrible horses. 
So how does this fit in a small desk drawer?
Hah, you think I will tell you?!
Oh, you really do!
Are you serious?!
Of course you are, and I´m so serious it comes out the other end, which means, somehow, that although I will not tell you, I will, and when you leave this page you will be confused. So, Confused, the reason is: Cobwebs and pink-winged houses, soaring in the ocean´s debths, planning to conquer the world by covering it in liquid borium, and you will be lucky I just stole your nose.