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welcome back for one of the final segments of the story.


the criminal chanted and chanted, and soon a dark cloud appeared over him. it appeared to be in the shape of a lion. "simba. you are the one true king. head farther into the hills, and you will see your destiny" the cloud said, then disappeared. so the criminal began to walk yet again, stopping only to eat the vegation that grew by the side of the road, as well as ants and small rodents.

he traveled for many days, but since nothing happend during those days, no one really cares about them.

finally, he had reached it. the ruins of an anchient temple. all around it were signs that most people would take as warnings. among these signs were a "danger: high voltage" sign, a package of trans fats, a news reporter, Donald Trump, a voodoo doll of president Nixon, and a "free sample" sign. never the less, he proceded over the guard rail, barbed wire, pitbulls, trans fats, and babies, and made it to the main courtyard if the temple. he took out the toaster and the stereo again, but this time, when he turned on the stereo, lightning began to flash, and rain began to fall, making everything muddy and gooey. he chanted with a renewed vigor, knowing his goal was in sight.... to be continued