Conditional Reality

Toybels Illtot had nothing else in him. The fairies waited patiently. For about five seconds. Well, they said, was that it? Toybels opened his mouth. No sound emerged. The fairies hit him with their oil cans. Toybels blinked. We stopped the universe for you, said the fairies. You better make it worth the effort. They hit him again. The oil cans were getting dented from repeated contact with Toybels’s head, chest, legs, arms, and back. The fairies worked methodically, covering his body with bruises. How’s this working for you? they said. How do you like the universe smiling upon you?

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