Its been fun, but all good things must come to an end.

I’ve been keeping an orphan midget prisoner in my basement for just over a year now. He’s been chained to a support beam in a room which mattresses are duct-taped to the walls to muffle his screams for help.

I would give him just enough nourishment to stay alive and then feed him no-doze caffeine pills when I wanted him to dress up like an umpa-loomp and sing Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory songs to me.

He would crash for days after our weekend long tirades.

Little homie, as I compassionately named him, gets set free tonight.

Otter
Seeing the light
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