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the Soccer balls hissed and rolled to Egypt.

the can lay motionless as the magnet train chugs to its position.

“i’m Magy, how may i assist you?” asks the train attendant behind the bullet proof Chicken with a sign suspended by its tail which says “Beware of Balloon Payments” on it.

“hello Maggy, i would like a ticket to thursday please, Oh! and some curly fries.” says eggs now glancing back at the can succumbing to the attacks of a desperate Japanese laundry mat.

“hey that’s not my name,” Magy says, “it has only one g you cubed hair rack.”

“what!?” vibrates eggs, and draws z‘s from boredom.

“well anyways, here’s you ticket and substance,” she says as the bullet proof chicken lays an EGG, which then unwraps containing eggs’s order.

“thank you!” eggs says thinking of an octopus playing a xylophone, slapping a toolbox, and analyzing what’s better, a sleeping bag or sand paper for an adhesive.