>>18374364>"Every single morning, and before he went to sleep. The shepherd counted all one hundred of his tiny little Mareep. But one morning as he counted, his sheep stood in line. He discovered one was missing, for there were only ninety-nine."The apple is dropped from the the toddler's hands and rolls about on the ground. The single bite that the little girl has taken has quickly transformed into an acidic acid that's now eating away at the entirety of her throat.
>"The shepherd feared one little Mareep, all alone might find, deep dark wells, fierce Pokemon, dangers of all kinds. And so he set out right away, to find his little Mareep, to find his little Mareep. He searched the rocky hillsides, where the crevasses were deep."Serena's reward for feeding the childhood allegory the embodiment of all things poisonous is getting to see her esophagus simmer, sear, and melt in real-time.
The best kind of exchange.
>"Stuck under a jagged rock, the shepherd finally found, his little Mareep trapped, and was lying on the ground. He didn't rest until the Mareep was back with all the others, bleating his adventure, to his sisters and his brothers. So that night, before he went to sleep, the shepherd counted once more. All one hundred of his Mareep.">"No...You're not the one.">"No...You're not the one.">"No...You're not the one."The toddler keels over, blood starts pouring from her
ears.A) Shake her vigorously.
B) Be approached by authority.
C) Eat what's left.
