A bit lost for inspiration, but I thought an update of the collated effort might be useful:
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×It was finally time to eat and all the chickens were looking for their pellets in the pellet on a pallet in the coop.
The evening sun shone through the blood, making the coop look like it was full of blood. Hours earlier the fox had imploded violently, ending the game.
After the strange rush of sound emanating from the back of the man, a nearby chicken starts clucking as the gigantic silver ship hovered and shot at a column of pancake-filled boxes.
Towards the old whipping post there lay a robot when suddenly the man behind the green curtain awoke, stretched his arms and sniffed wrinkling and asked, “What year is it?”
CHAPTER THE SECOND
Stealthily the man woke and trod on the finger
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×I wonder if I might gently remind people of this statetment by chard:
"This is not an exercise in chaos. We should continue, at each stage, the story we think is being told, trying to maintain as much sense as possible."
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