The year is 2074. I'm lying in my hospice bed surrounded by chosen family I motion for one of them to come closer. "What is it, Laura?" "Don't cry for me," I whisper. "I've lived a full life. I have only one regret... "I never did find out what the fuck was in that bag"
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We all know it’s a GAS MASK HOLSTER THO
I absolutely refuse to live in a world where this is true, I demand whimsy
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It's placid, yet rabid weasels. Truly the next step in crowd control munitions.
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