"Sooouuuaa..."
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"Vuuuuuusa..."
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As the mush grew softer, and softer...
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Every hasty thought of unease, fully disappeared alongside the rather shoved up, constant enlarging of mush...
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That was most probably because his brain was really just stream, pool gathering...
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Out his body!
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Whooooo!
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"Heha..."
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"P-Pweallase?"
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"S-Seveaala meeeaas..."
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Cries for help sounded from the puddle, with nary a soybean to bother...
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But me, myself, and I... (THAT'S ABSOLUTELY NOT ME...)