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Knitted Brow.
“Adopting you, Lydia, has really been a beacon of light in my life. I’m glad I could put you to good use in that black market child labor factory. Living a life of leisure has always been my dream. Have that afghan finished by 3:00, darling.”
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Feed Them.
“One of us! One of us! We accept you we accept you one of us!”
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Incognito
Halloween at the Johnsons’ house was always a gallant affair, until the year they dressed as ancient Japanese warriors. Mistaking them for actual soldiers, the hillbillies who lived at the end of town cleaned up their rifles and decided it was necessary to form a militia to “defend the home turf,” which consisted of a ramshackle double wide, some cement blocks, an old Chevy on the aforementioned cement blocks, and a couple of mangy dogs that barked at anything moving. The Johnsons, blissfully unaware of the military tactics being practiced up yonder in them hills, paraded out into the streets in their lovely costumes, in search of that elusive Twix bar.