Mr. Blobby, (a demi god of the class Blobby), will hug you until your soul melts into a malleable, golden wax, which he will extract from your chest and craft into a very bouyant scale replica of the Battle of Gettysburg, then you wake up in your pink-feather covered cardboard box and throw away the rest of the bubbly battery fizz you found. Another night on the Sunset Strip...
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