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Lots42 had currently set fire to Josh Burbank's mattress. It was self-
defense, really. Josh's years of sleeping straight on it, with absolutely
no covers (except a pillow) had deposited enough dirt and skin flakes
(just dirt and skin flakes, you filthy minded readers) for it to gain
sentience and mobillity. Lot ran screaming through the staircase room, though the mattress could only move at two miles per hour and Lots, despite the crippling marker fume addiction, could move much much faster. "AAAAAGHH!" he screamed, passing by Josh's room for the third time. The sprinklers came on in Josh's room, dousing the mattress only and sloughing off all the dirt and filth that made it come alive. Josh's various items in the room had gone under lucite covers the second a flame had been detected. Those ten sculptures of Mary Jane washing Peter's laundry aren't going to protect themselves! "I'm melting!" screamed the comfy entity. "Melting! Melting! What a world...Josh's butt is huuuuuge..." Lots42 shed a tear for the creature that had tried to envlop and slay him. Josh's carpet accepted the deposits of dirt and stirred...stirred!
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