The Sunday Papers
Sundays are for waking up covered in sand. The roof of your house is missing. A small man stands in the emptied bed of a dump truck. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6," he says. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6," he repeats. "You know, everybody's always asking about E...
Sundays are for waking up covered in sand. The roof of your house is missing. A small man stands in the emptied bed of a dump truck. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6," he says. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6," he repeats. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6," he declares once again, beginning to move towards you this time. "You know, everybody's always asking about Elder Scrolls 6." You realise your hands are tied down. Oh no.
Is he about to sit on your face? WAIT, THAT'S NOW ILLEGAL HERE IN THE UK. NO, PLEASE, DON'T SIT ON MY-time seems to slow as the bare backside approaches your visage. As its cheeks prepare to become as sandy as yours, you hear its wielder say: "And we thought, hey, given the moment..."
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