Your feeling a little hungry so you skip across the street to 7-11. “Creeque Alley,” by the Mama’s & the Papas is playing over the stores sound system. You grab a Mickeys big mouth, a pack of Parliaments and make yourself a chili dog.
Standing outside taking a huge bite, you see some little kid door ding the shit outta your Trans-Am.
“Hey!” you shout, but in doing so you inhale the hotdog right down the wrong pipe. You try to swallow. Then you try to cough it up. Nothing. Your body begins convulsing in an effort to dislodge the dog. But its no use. You fall to your knees in front of the 7-11.
The last thing you see is Liberace’s smiling face in the sky.
The End
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