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[chumloofah]

Granted.
You get a comic book.
It's full of adverts... particularly hypnotic adverts.
You spend all your pennies, selling off your organs to scrape in everything you can, on x-ray glasses and itching powder.
The glasses don't work and the powder gets spilled in your underwear drawer.

I wish for a pet tiger that was my bestest friend and wouldn't hurt me and would kill anybody i told it to