Part One: A Trio of Technicians
Tennis Attire. This is what they wore.
FUCKING TENNIS ATTIRE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
They would cackle insanely at intermittent intervals.
They ate spiders.
They wore dark sunglasses.
They collided with each other, jostled aggressively as they paced about the small laboratory.
They guzzled cheap generic brand energy drinks and scoffed microwaved fast food.
They punched each other.
They cackled insanely.
They forced each other to eat spiders.
They fucking molested each other.
They wept inconsolably.
It was very dark outside.
Agony.
They slammed each other against radiators and guffawed.
They groped each other and punched each other, giggling frantically.
The machinery was constructed out of dead leaves.
It made weird, rustling, whirring sounds.
Distinctly autumnal noises.
A COMPUTER MADE OUT OF DEAD LEAVES?! WHAT A LOT OF IMPLAUSIBLE SHITE!!!
I dream of Satan on an autumn afternoon.
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