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[myf]

The noise of her burbling digestive tract disturbed a peculiar hairy creature that had, until only moments before, been enjoying a dream full of butterflies and gambolling lambs. The beast looked at her, sniffed the air and

[number9dream]

started to crawl across the damp skin of her upper lip, where it had resided amongst her bleached but discernable-at-close-range moustache for several days.

Alice decided to ignore the gambolling of microscopic organisms on her skin and turned to the snack bar. She had been brought up to believe that nothing was impossible so she always felt a sense of pride bristling within her ample bosom when she came across one of these pretzel places. Despite the difficulties that pretzels had apparently been causing on Earth she still harboured a longing for something warm, soft and doughy in her face this fine morning, so she

[Mikeyj]

...put something soft and doughy in her face. Unhappily, rather than a delicious pastry, it turned out to be the hand of a portly gentlemen who was sitting next to her.

Alice coughed and gagged as she extracted the clammy digit from her mouth. She grabbed a nearby glass of water and glugged back, washing down some particles of whatever he'd been eating along with the cleansing liquid.

The man harrumphed, pretending that he wasn't enjoying the attention and leaned in to mutter in her ear...