April 10, 2012

The Violent Quality Control Inspector lost it completely when faced with one too many uneven seams. He spun in place shrieking, tattered the offending garment with his teeth, jumped out the window, flailed his limbs while writhing in mud, skipped laughing and wild-eyed along the canal, collapsed weeping in a puddle, and was struck by lightning. He sat up and blinked his eyes, not once, but hundreds and hundreds of times. When he showed up for work the next day with a strange gaping grin of rictus pasted on his face, he had but one arm.

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