Hello Mr. Croach, how are you? "Fine and how's your 410 degree snow holding up" croach replied. No answer for you see mr. ... (lets just call him mr. X ) mr. X likes his dogs chilled in snow and has liked them that way for some time now,instead of an answer or even a replied thought Mr.X shot Croach in the back and begun to walk away. Croach sent eX a troubled thought informing him that he will no longer tolerate such incompetence and with the thought came the disease that was so awkwardly welcome. Mr. X cringed, turned, and tried to help croach up, but before that proved possible Croach shot Mr. X with a strong thought of a woman pushing a stroller being hit by a train. Mr. X bolted himself towards a dilapidated desk and hid behind it. The disease that Croach relayed to the receiving Mr. X was a false memory of himself as a child of being pushed in a stroller awaiting his fathers arrival on a train. Croach began to approach Mr. X, but before he arrived X's vision dissolved and he fainted.
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more to come :moo