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Greyhound trippin’

This tranquil realm of contentness was suddenly being invaded. One by one they creeped in, they wanted it all. His dreams, his peace, but worst of all his senses. 

He fought as hard as he could but their sharp pugent wafts struck his very core. They tore at his soul until he was flung headfirst into reality.

He did not take this sitting down. He tossed and turned, even feebly crawling at this bitter mistress named mercy. His cries were to no avail. He was swiftly pulled onto this sour plane of existence.

His moral now at its very bleakest, he turned to face the enemy that had been griping at his lifeline. He slowly rose his head to face this vile creature and it was then that Quenel realized…. He was sitting right next to the restroom.