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It was damp. Damp like my mood. I hadn't had a case in what seemed like weeks; not even any commission requests for naked, humanized versions of My Little Pony characters. I needed the cash desperately. I was almost out of Code Red. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. It was loud, demanding, aggressive. I instantly knew who it was. "SAM?" I heard the dame yell. "SAM? ARE YOU IN THERE?" "JESUS gently caress DON'T YOU KNOCK?" I screamed back, knowing full well the old hag had knocked, my shrill voice cracking from under-use and too many sodas. I hadn't actually said words in days, except to curse to myself over the morons who responded to my posts on deviantart. She entered the room. She looked youthful for her age, her legs still tight and heaving bosoms were still relatively held above her upper torso. This dame definitely jogged. "Sam, I need rent from you for this month. Remember, $300, and in real money not those stupid bitecoins you're always talking about. And Jesus, could you clean this place up? It's filthy." The Oedipal lust was suddenly overcome with rage; my vision hazed, as if I was looking through a full bottle of Code Red. "THEY'RE BITCOINS YOU STUPID BITCH." I shrieked, my ferocity shaking the Cheetos dust from my Support Cliven Bundy shirt which I had made with an iron-on printout and an oversized cheap Gildan and into the air, creating a fine cheesy mist that thankfully obscured my view of the nag. I stuck my tongue out to taste the dust one last time - delicious. It was still fresh. "I knew we should have put you on medication." My mom muttered to herself as she left the room.
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