"But that's madness!" Ziggy said, backing toward a display of cheap metal birdhouses. Undaunted, the mad-with-child Customer Service Representative continued to pursue, stamp in hand, a mad, inventive gleam in her bloodshot eyes. Seconds later, he lay in a corner, delirious with fear, and just as the "FRAGILE" stamp went crushing down onto his forehead and he blacked out, he could have sworn he heard the fetus whisper: "Crucify him. . ."
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