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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).


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run the fuck away
There's a short story lurking in this someplace.

"May I help you," asked Cthullu, the Dread of Generations, that Which Slept for A Thousand Years in Sunken Ryleh, and has Risen to take Its Place as... FLOOR SALESMAN OF DOOM!
"Um yes, my wife and I were looking for a computer that would be good for our son to start on."
"Is this your son?"
"Why yes."
*CHOMP* "There, problem solved. Can I interest you in a toaster?"
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