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>playing backgammon with sriracha pone >win >he mad >you pick him up, he gets madder >stare blankly into his face as you bring a lighter up under him >pone starts to panic >you light the lighter >you are deaf to his girly boyshreiks >numb to the burning on your fingers >you dumbly watch as the flame heats both sauce and pone >wonder which will fail first >it was pone >his belly begins to distend, his plastic flesh weakening >he struggles to hold up his girth, but this only puts his legs in the way of the heat, and they begin to stretch out, going limp >sriracha pone lets out a whole new gamut of screams as his useless appendages contact the flames directly >you cant tell whether it sounds like a dying feline clone of freddy mercury or the aflack duck hooked up to an iron lung >the gooey melty plastic pone belly continues to droop farther and farther as it heats >morbid fascination distracts you from the third degree burns on your fingers, the flesh beginning to warp and discolor >sriracha pone gives one last desperate scream before his stomach finally ruptures, spilling both boiling hot hot-sauce and pone lifeblood onto your hand and lighter >as the flames go out, you finally become aware of the disfiguring wounds on your hands, only made worse by the melted plastic and heated sauces >you dont care >you cant feel it anyway >the faint sound of moving glass chitters just out of your sight >slowly, you turn your head to see tabasco pone, staring, wide eyed >she never speaks again |