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THE HALL OF INSULTS
Perhaps because you've a brain the size of a pea. Perhaps because you're a sadomasochistic moron.
Whatever the reason, you haul your stinking arse into the hall of insults. The door closes behind your odiforous body with a slam. You turn in terror like the frightened rat you are and throw your bloated fat body against the door.
If you had any balls you'd take this like a man instead of being a cowardly turd. You realise you made a mistake. If this were a zombie flick- they'd bypass you looking for someone with more brains.
What a prune!
With all the wit of a raisen you decide you'll have to find another way to haul your pus ridden body out.
No windows. Only doors. One has an ugly picture of yo momma on the front. The seconds has a mirror reflecting the image of your putrid body. The third door has a big question mark on the front.
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