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In the shadows, at the very back of an abandoned place, buried under boxes of long forgotten stuff, a pair of little shiny black eyes opened. A little face twitched, covered in dust and cobwebs, and a tiny little nose eeked out a quiet little sneeze that sounded like a squeek.
Trembling with immense effort, the little thing struggled against the weight of the discarded junk that pinned it down. The little thing must have been there forever. It didn't know how long exactly, because it couldn't remember. It couldn't remember anything at all. It hadn't seen daylight for such a long time that it had forgotten completely what day light was.
Its tiny little body, so frail from neglect and misuse, just wasn't able to shift the pile of junk, and after a short while the little thing gave up trying to get free and just lay there, sobbing gently to itself.
"Where am I?" it asked the darkness. The darkness didn't answer. "where am I, and...why am I... and... what am I?" it sobbed. And little tears washed tiny rivulets down each of its sooty little cheeks.
Just when it was feeling more hopeless than it was possible for such a small thing to feel, and crying much harder than a tiny thing ought to be able to cry, a voice sounded out across the void...
"There you are" it said, sounding very pleased about that.
"There who is?"" cried the little thing.
"Why, There YOU are, silly", said the mysterious voice, bubbling with joy.
"But, but... WHAT am I?" asked the little thing, feeling just as miserable as before, "and why am I here?" the tears didn't want to stop.
"Why, you are the blog thread" said Horp, lifting the little thing up from the pile of junk, "and you've been left behind on PAGE FUCKING FOUR FOR FUCK'S SAKE"
"Page four?" said the little thing, sounding a bit cross, "PAGE FUCKING FOUR?"
"Yes, said Horp, page fucking four... unbelievable"
"CUNTS" said the blog thread, and he trotted over to the corner, and shat in a special little fridge that had been put there for just this sort of occasion.