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I own nothing.
I awoke, realizing all that shit had been a marijuana-induced dream. Well, shit. I looked around and realized I was in a tub. The tub smelled suspiciously of vinegar. Russia walked over and explained that I was in a soup. What. I slapped the heck out of him and ran like hell, despite the fact I was naked. When I exited his house, I was surprised to find it was warm and sunny. And I was in a field of sunflowers. This green thing started following me around, and I got pissed and slapped it. It made a hissing sound and I flipped the crap out, running like hell again. The dipshit exploded. What the heck. There was now a big crater in the field of sunflowers.
I continued to stroll my way along, eventually coming across a bucket of fried chicken. I poked it and it growled. Oh shit. The thing started chasing me and I accidentally ran off a cliff. Oops. I must not be completely sober yet. As I plummeted to my death, my life flashed before my eyes. Man, I'm lame. I hit the ground and bounced off. What. Turns out the ground was actually Alfred/Herocake's stomach. That Ash kid walked over, hitting me with a stick and then pointing a NERF gun at me. Ffffuuuuuuu.
To be continued.
