As Sonuc crouched in the kitchen thinking about his past lives, his eyes dilated and pupils rippled across his smiling face. He knew it. He realized it just then. He knew it and he disappeared.
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Somewhere. In the forest. In this portrait of a home, were buckles' broken pipes and, not furniture, but curtains, book and TV. He was selling old Warheads sitting on a book for $6.58 apeice to some loathesome, lowly-looking chaps slapped in dapper wraps.
The door blasted open and busted shrapnel at the hinges, molten. Sonuc thumped across the room and approached the group looking like he hated buccles cause he did.
"Give me a black cherry". Sunces said.
"Sh-sh-s-s-s-s-sh-sh-sure". Bucules handed the last one over.
Out of the wrapper he popped her right in he did. No time to spare really.
He started fumbling his hands and his cheeks sucked in to the bone. His eyes rolled back for a sec while he groped around blindly as if looking for a long lost love in cave-darkness.

He snapped back to normal in an instant! Then he took the rest of the ripened candies and ran away.