Another story written by an AI

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Tom settled at his house, ready to sleep. Then, he remembered that he wanted to sail across the deadly goldfish sea to get the Legendary Cheese. He was also wondering if he could find the "Gumdrop" that was rumored to appear from the center of his forehead. "That's the problem, Rosenthal, that the Gumdrops are so hard to find. You know, that you are the only one who can get them from me."

Then he heard a voice that said "You are a good man, Tom." The voice was so clear that Tom was able to follow it, to "listen to it . Tom sat and listened. Listening, as he normally does. Only this time it wasn't in English. No, this voice came from a female. A female with a tiny bit of a "jerk" to her voice. She spoke with a British accent. Her voice, which was soft and pleasant, sounded like a young girl's. Tom started to shake, thinking she was going back to England. Of course, she wasn't. Or, her accent wasn't that with a British accent. Her voice, which was soft and pleasant, sounded like a young girl's. Tom started to shake, thinking she was going back to England. Of course, she wasn't. Or, her accent wasn't that. Of course. of course, the voice said. and Tom shook even more, even faster than before.  "Of course," said the female, repeating Tom's name. As she spoke, a very deep, powerful, or, her accent wasn't that. Like Tom said. His accent sounded much more like that of an English girl than the one he had been hearing earlier, back in the country. One with that same British accent. Just like Tom had heard, just like he'd heard his father's accent, like the other boy in this town, he said to himself. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom. to him. he thought. Tom realized that this whole world was being created by a deity that just clicked a button to change and bend the future with their very hands, and Tom started to panic. It took him a moment to realize that his panic was actually due to his own fear, not the gods. My fear that these two had caused was only a small part of it; my fear of being changed into this god-like thing was the part that had driven me to this world. Tom realized that this whole world was being created by a deity that just clicked a button to change and bend the future with their very hands, and Tom started to panic. He felt like they were planning something. That they might be planning to kill him. At least that's what he told himself, though he wasn't certain of it at all. Maybe he was just scared. Well, scared and confused, anyway. You could be scared, confused, and so on. Just a little. So he whispered to the woman, who was smiling and holding a tray with drinks and food and a glass of water. That tray was called the 'Fruit of Hope'. That's what they called their drinks, said Tom, as he grabbed a drink and started choking. They felt a lot like you did when you were 18. You felt it coming. A small earthquake in your stomach. Your heart beating faster, your eyes dilating, even if you knew you shouldn't feel it at all. Soon you felt the same thing happening in yours. So you opened the front door to find a bunch of demons, one of them saying, his accent still sounding like this British girl. Then, that girl turned around and said something to the demon, who opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again, saying the word 'frick', which sounds like she was very angry. The demon took the drink that was in his hand, drank it, and then said: "I am the son of your mother. She will not see you again until you come back with your body. You will have to go through the ritual of death, then you will be able at last to see who I truly am. You will see the sunrise and the moon set, hear the wind blow and feel the rain. What you are going through, my friend is going on all around us. Don't worry about what others think. If they think you're dead, well then, what are you waiting for? Go on, destroy your fate. Seize it by your very hands. " I don't think they ever actually said that.... (they never actually did. it's just a name for them)

And, finally, we found ourselves on the other side of this very door. There was something strange about the way they kept calling out their friend Jimmy. Jimmy was a demon that controlled how the future played out. Tom then suddenly got a gun in his hands. The first shot missed. A second one fired, missing. Another one went wide. One of their faces popped out of a hole in my chest. Their face was made of glass, I can see that now. Or, a very thin film of that. In the end, though, all they did was laugh at me and how I missed like three shots in a row. They thought I might have a brain tumor. Or a bad heart. Maybe a head injury. Well, I did. They thought they could make me happy, by making me into something that didn't exist.  (this is going nowhere what the heck)

Harry.the Horse and the "Firm" want to take over this thread and write a story about their interests. Capiche?

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