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Shit I haven’t commented on anything for like a week what is wrong with my chesskate ?

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Anya, a woman of routine, was a creature of habit. Every morning, her bathroom ritual was precise: a quick shower, a brisk toothbrushing, and a serene moment on the porcelain throne. However, this particular morning was destined to be anything but ordinary.

As she settled into her usual position, a horrifying sound erupted from the depths of the bowl. A monstrous, prehistoric-looking poop, armed with a pair of rusty nunchucks, emerged from the depths. Its beady eyes glinted with malice, and its gnarled fists, clutching the deadly weapon, were raised menacingly.

Anya's heart pounded in her chest as the prehistoric poop lunged forward. The nunchucks whirred through the air, narrowly missing her face. She dodged and weaved, her agility surprising even herself. The bathroom became a chaotic battlefield, the tiles slippery with an unholy mixture of water and waste.

With a final, desperate heave, Anya grabbed a nearby toilet brush and swung it with all her might. The brush connected with the poop's head, sending it flying across the bathroom. It landed with a sickening thud, its nunchucks clattering to the floor.

Exhausted but victorious, Anya collapsed onto the floor. She had survived the most bizarre and terrifying ordeal of her life. As she lay there, she couldn't help but wonder: What had she done to deserve such a fate? And more importantly, how was she going to explain this to her therapist?

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