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The volatile chemicals and magical forces lighting up the sky set off an unexpected chain reaction high up in the planet's atmosphere, gently mangling the reality everyone knew and loved.
Meanwhile Nefir Nefarious was sitting in his warm, cozy abode down in the 9th level of the underworld, in front of a 17" oracle mirror, and happily enjoying a meal of tea and fruitcake, when suddenly, with a lurch, his surroundings changed.
The comfy chair made from the hides of human infants was no longer supporting his posterior, and the law of gravity beckoned said posterior towards a hard, dirty earth. With an ornate cup of tea in one hand, and a half-eaten piece of fruitcake on a fork in the other, the demon of laziness and procrastination blinked several times before realizing it was a good idea to start moving around lest something hard and/or pointy decides to occupy his current location.
Hastily crawling up to his feet (but not before finishing the last piece of fruitcake and last drop of tea), Nefir held his fork and empty tea cup in a threatening fashion, and assumed a look upon his begoateed face that said "Mess with me and I'll throw something in your general direction".
The grass and flowers upon whose space he has previously infringed did not bother to reassume their upright positions, and decided it was much nicer to take a nap instead.
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You do not use a Macintosh, instead you use a Tandy
Kompressor break your glowstick, Kompressor eat your candy
Kompressor open jaws, Kompressor release ants
Kompressor watch you scream, Because Kompressor does not dance
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