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No really. Disowned. If I had sugar. It might be a different matter. xD

Greg blinked, feeling eyes on him, tilting his head back to such a degree that he could observe everyone, even though they all looked funny and upside-down like. "Have I entered a different dimension?" He mused out aloud, stroking the front of the fridge.

"It's okay boy, we'll get you out of here. We're just travellers and these people, nice people,." Greg pauses to eyeball them a little bit more before continuing. "Are here to help." He cackles, a note of hysteria in his voice. "Yes. Help. Help us pilgrims find the Grail Holy."

One of the officers puts his head in his hand and sighs. "I don't think I can take much more of this."

"At least this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. How often will you get to see complete madness handled with such grace?"

Greg moaned, eyes closed, hand still stroking the fridge, but pushing against it, as if trying to staunch something. "Don't die, I don't want you to die. You'll be okay. We're safe. Saaaafe."

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