Johnny was pissed. And he was freaking hungry. His
tongue was still firmly attached to the roof of his mouth and every now and then he would have to wipe the drool that pooled in the corners.
He was sitting on the lawn, bemoaning his sad state with little mumblings that made no sense whatsoever. He should have set the old hag on fire. Dammit all.
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