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I arrive at my destination, a very tall and imposing brutalist styled building. In it is a concrete smooth floor and modern esque rock ponds with large windows. Ghengis Khan, my doorman greets me each day in perfect English. I arrive at my elevator and go up the forty thousandth floor in approximately ten seconds. My penthouse with whatever I may need for my day to day personal requirements contains all manner of things and is perfectly furnished with fine couches, sofas, fireplaces, indoor Jacuzzi's, bookshelves upon bookshelves of leather bound tomes of cheap paperback tier fiction and fan erotica for children's television shows all translated into ancient Greek and Latin, aged several decades, all never to be read by myself. A full exercise gym, lounge, library, bedroom, entertainment room, party room, dungeon, bar, smoking room, closet, kitchen, and fine bathroom are all contained in this penthouse, which itself is as tall as a five story house. Right as I'm about to exit this elevator, a slightly overweight middle aged American woman with horn rimmed glasses, a pseudo hipsterish garish outfit, and a terrible haircut grimaces as me, accompanied by her nu male beta neckbeard husband who shares most of the opinions Reddit has. These people represent an amalgamation of the type of people I hate the most. They enter the elevator, angry at my presence but too weak willed to look me in the eye or openly express their displeasure. I smugly and pleasurably let out a twelve second gaseous garlicky fart in the elevator before exiting it and letting them travel to the first floor where they will be kidnapped and harvested for an organ trade by a group of Cambodians whom I employ.
