... the headquarters of the judging agency for the Bulwer-Litton Fiction Contest which, sadly, flushed the following contribution:
"Tess watched him approach, as an ethereal calm washed over her, filling her, nay, effusing her with a weary dread, she noted he was handsome, in a dark, threatening way and she knew, just knew, it would turn out badly, for the last time one of his ilk had come, striding calmly towards her, just as he was now, that one had repossessed her fridge." ...
...which angered the Major beyond his ability to control his emotions as the story reminded him of the time his own fridge, stuffed with beer and leftover pizza, was repossessed...
... and so, he decided, almost in a leaderlike way, that the only possible response was an invasion, but not of a vulnerable country ruled by a despotic dictator ... no, his invasion would target the sleepy southern-Ontario town of ...
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