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I had forgotten that Oscar the Grouch had a best friend, a worm named Slimey. How could I forget something like that? I am a terrible person.
You know what's great, though? Knowing that I am a terrible person, Oscar would treat me just the same, and not dislike me more than he dislikes anyone else. And I could sweep my house every other day and present Oscar with dust offerings, and he'd complain, but I'd know that, deep down, he was happy. Slimey could play in the dustpan, and maybe listen to my stories about setting off colored smoke bombs in the sandbox when I was a kid.
This story would be especially cool if I went on to become a special effects wizard.
You know what's great, though? Knowing that I am a terrible person, Oscar would treat me just the same, and not dislike me more than he dislikes anyone else. And I could sweep my house every other day and present Oscar with dust offerings, and he'd complain, but I'd know that, deep down, he was happy. Slimey could play in the dustpan, and maybe listen to my stories about setting off colored smoke bombs in the sandbox when I was a kid.
This story would be especially cool if I went on to become a special effects wizard.
