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"Haha! Poor."

She puffed her cheeks, trying not to get angry and clicked the next page.

"Never gonna-"

"WHY!"

She screamed out of anger, throwing her laptop on the floor and grabbing her sledgehammer, beating the living microchips out of it. When it was nothing but bits and pieces, she then proceeded to sweep up the evidence and dump it in the trashcan.

Thanks to her computer, she now has the song stuck in her head. Triggered, she stormed into the kitchen and turned on the stove. The stove ran on gas, which was a bad thing for what she was about to do..

She grabbed a stick from outside then stuck it in the flame, watching as part of the stick gained fire. She then proceeded to run around her house like a maniac, catching everything on fire.

Including her cat.

Rest in Peace Mr. Sprinkles.

"Is she okay?" The elderly woman asked her husband from next door, her pale wrinkled eyes scanning over the abomination going on in her neighbor's house.

"She's alright, dear. She just has allergies," he said, putting a comforting hand on her back and rubbing it in circles.

"๐˜ˆ๐˜‰๐˜Š ๐˜•๐˜Œ๐˜ž๐˜š! ๐˜Œ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ."