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In a booth, there is a god. Also in the booth, sitting on the table before him, is an orange.
He keeps staring at it.
And staring at it.
And staring at it.
The intense concentration he focuses on the orange is almost terrifying, or it would be were it turned on a human being.
After a few minutes, though, he reaches up slowly to poke the orange with his finger. It wobbles.
He grunts. And continues to stare at it.
Huh.
He keeps staring at it.
And staring at it.
And staring at it.
The intense concentration he focuses on the orange is almost terrifying, or it would be were it turned on a human being.
After a few minutes, though, he reaches up slowly to poke the orange with his finger. It wobbles.
He grunts. And continues to stare at it.
Huh.