the grub-sauce bottle just blinked at me. don't tell me it’s "just a reflection" because i know a camera lens when i see one. the highbloods are outsourcing the surveillance to my condiments now?? i’m pouring it all down the incinerator. i’ll starve before i let a vinaigrette document my lunch habits for the subjugglators. i can hear the static in my walls. I KNOW YOU'RE IN THE DRYWALL.
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