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Lord Felch Demon
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Feb 15th, 2003, 10:40 PM
...Became violently ill, spilling forth vomit and excrement from all orifices, pouring out like a stinking, vile faucet of putrefaction. His body slowly melted on the sidewalk, in a pile of steaming, rotting, stinking filth. His melted form mortified all passers by, elicting screams of terror from all. As the police arrived on the scene, People began to slow their cars and look at the deformed, sludge-like pile of bastard skin and innards. Bob had stole off, running deep into the heart of the city. The irony was not lost on him. Not ten minutes before al's spontaneous melting, Bob had told Al he was going to 'melt his sugar' ALL NIGHT LONG. Huddled over in a clump of shrubbery, covered in vomit, Al promised himself that he would never, EVER eat candy again, in honor of his gay, melted friend.
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