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You go to her bedroom and put it on her bedside table. You see the time on a clock. It's 3:27. You must have slept for a while. |
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>INSPECT YOUR MOTHER'S ROOM |
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There is a small T.V, a door leading to the porch, the bed, a white couch, a desk and a chair with a pile of calendars and notes on it, an Apple Netbook on the bed, her bedside table, and a door leading a full bathroom, and a door leading back into the hall and kitchen. |
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You mess with the calendars. Some of them fall to the floor, and with a sharpie you draw mustaches on the puppies on one. You enjoy making puppies with mustaches.
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>WRITE ANOTHER NOTE TO YOUR MOTHER EXPLAINING WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE CALENDARS YOU SILLY CHILD |
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You write that you're sorry for drawing mustaches on all the puppies and knocking the calendars to the ground. You put it with the other note. You go into the living room to watch television.
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>TURN ON THE TELEVISION AND WATCH THE NEWS BECAUSE I TOLD YOU TO |
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You turn on the television and watch the news. Another meteor just struck.
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>THE NEWS MAKES YOU DROWSY GO TO BED |
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You go up to bed, and fall asleep.
THE NEXT DAY.
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>COUNT HOW MANY DAYS ARE LEFT UNTIL SBURB |
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You have one day until SBURB.
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>FREAK OUT OVER THIS INFORMATION |
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You smile, and do a happy dance like you did when you got all six original Biochro Toai for seven dollars.
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>GO INTO THE KITCHEN, YOU NEED FOOD FOR YOUR COMPLEX HUMAN STOMACH |
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You go into the kitchen to make breakfast. You're a good cook.
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>BUT NOT AS GOOD AS YOUR MOTHER, YOU KNOW THAT SMALL CHILD, YOU NEED TO GO TO THE MUSIC ROOM, IT MIGHT BE INTERESTING |
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You go into the music room. There's a couch, and a huge stereo system, and a table covered in C.D's. There are 300 discs already in the stereo system. |
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>WHERE ARE THE TRUMPETS? THERE SHOULD BE TRUMPETS. SWING YOUR SCYTHE AROUND IN ANGER |
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You find some trumpets after nearly cutting the couch in half. They were on the couch, along with a guitar.
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>CAPTCHALOUGE THAT TRUMPET |
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The pie tin flies into the wall, and bounces off. You got the trumpet.
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>RUN AROUND THE HOUSE PLAYING YOUR TRUMPET. |
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You play the trumpet, while running around the house. You wake up your mom. She yawns, and blinks a few times. She stretches.
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