Once upon a time, far in the future, there was a strange, eerie silence.  No one Moved. Any breathable air seemed to loiter outside the door, and the Jell-o barely jiggled. I glanced sideways across the table and tried to make eye contact with someone, but the master slapped my wrist. Butterflies bumbled about. Blisters broiled. Beetles blanketed my back. Time sagged by and we were all beating the bongo. 

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