
One Bad Sandwich
Yup, a sandwich. That's why I'm here. I ate a sandwich, not a good one at that either, and now I'm in a colorful world full of ponies. Yeah. Great way to spend my summer.
You know how people say eating cheese before bed causes some messed up dreams? They were right. And bread seems to enhance the power, because I'm stuck in the most fricked up dream imaginable. Though most people I know would kill to be where I am, I'd rather kill to get out. Sadly, it won't be that easy.


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