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___MMM___ ||| (0-0) (o o) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-oOO--(_)--OOo-=-=-ooO--\ /--Ooo-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= | | | | | | | V | | | | | CHANSON DES ESCARGOTS | SONG OF THE SNAILS QUI VONT A L'ENTERREMENT | THAT WENT TO THE FUNERALS Original french poetry by | Translated for Asar's lilones Jacques Prevert | By Chevalier :)) A l'enterrement d'une feuille morte | At the burying of a dead leaf Deux ecargots s'en vont | Two snails are going Ils ont la coquille noire | Their shells are black Du crepe autour des cornes | Mourning crepe is around their horns Ils s'en vont dans le soir | They walk in the evening Un tres beau soir d'automne | In a very beautiful Fall evening Helas quand ils arrivent | Alas when they arrive C'est deja le printemps | It's already Spring Les feuilles qui etaient mortes | The dead leaves Sont toutes ressucitees | Are all restored to life Et les deux escargots | And the two snails Sont tres desappoites | Are much disapointed Mais voila le soileil | But suddenly comes the sun Le soleil qui leur dit | the sun that says to them: Prenez prenez la peine | Take, take the time La peine de vous asseoir | The time to sit Prenez un verre de biere | Take a glass of beer Si le coeur vous en dit | If you feel like it, Prenez si ca vous plait | Take if you want L'autocar pour Paris | The bus for Paris Il partira ce soir | It will leave tonight Vous verrez du pays | You will see the country Mais ne prenez pas le deuil | But don't be in mourning C'est moi qui vous le dit | I tell you: Ca noircit le blanc de l'oeil | It blackens the white of the eyes Et puis ca enlaidit | And also, it makes one ugly Les histoires de cercueils | Stories about coffins C'est triste et pas joli | Are sad and not cute Reprenez vous couleurs | Take your colors back Les couleurs de la vie | The colors of life! Alors toutes les betes | And then all the animals Les arbres et les plantes | The trees and the plants Se mettent a chanter | Start to sing A chanter a tue-tete | To sing at the top of their voice La vrai chanson vivante | The real living song La chanson de l'ete | The song of summer Et tout le monde de boire | And everyone drinks Tout le monde de trinquer | And everyone clinks glasses C'est un tres joli soir | Its a very beautiful evening Un joli soir d'ete | A beautiful summer evening Et les deux escargots | And the two snails S'en retournent chez eux | Return home Ils s'en vont tres emus | They return very touched Ils s'en vont tres heureux | They return very happy Comme ils ont beaucoup bu | And since they drank a lot Ils titubent un petit peu | They stagger a little bit Mais la haut dans le ciel | But high in the sky La lune veille sur eux. | The moon watches over them Jacques Prevert | | ___ | // __`\ o o ~ | ll ( .) l_) ) ` | __\\ \__/ / | . . .. .._/_/________/^^ =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-oOOo-(_)-oOOo-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
r/TwoSentenceHorror 12 hr. ago CalebVanPoneisen ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ËĒáķœĘģáĩ’ËĄËĄ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ↓ Stinging paÄąn jolts me awake, but my broken bÃļdy reminds me that I did survive the plane crash. Dozens of exotic snails are grazing my motionless bÃļdy, slowly tearing into my flesh, while I can do nothing but silently witness my torment..
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Search the dictionary "horror" meaning in All languages combined Noun [English] IPA: /ˈhɒÉđ.ə/ [New-England, Received-Pronunciation], /ˈhɔÉđ.ɚ/ [Canada, General-American], /ˈhɑÉđ.ɚ/ [New-York-City, Philadelphia], /ˈhɔɚ/ (note: some accents) Audio: en-us-horror.ogg â–ķïļ [US] Forms: horrors [plural] [Show additional information ▾] (countable, uncountable) An intense distressing emotion of fear or repugnance. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense distressing fear or repugnance): tmerr [masculine] (Albanian), ØąŲØđŲ’ØĻ (ruʕb) [masculine] (Arabic), ØŪŲŽŲˆŲ’Ų (áļĩawf) [masculine] (Arabic), Õ―ÕĄÖ€Õ―ÕĄÖƒ (sarsapĘŋ) (Armenian), ÕĄÕ° (ah) (Armenian), vahimə (Azerbaijani), dəhşət (Azerbaijani), ÐķаŅ… (Åūax) [masculine] (Belarusian), ŅŅ‚Ņ€Ð°Ņ… (strax) [masculine] (Belarusian), āĶ­āĶŊāĶž (bhoᚏ) (Bengali), ŅƒĖÐķаŅ (ÚÅūas) [masculine] (Bulgarian), ŅŅ‚Ņ€Ð°Ņ… (strah) [masculine] (Bulgarian), horror [masculine] (Catalan), 恐怖 (kĮ’ngbÃđ) (Chinese Mandarin), 恐懞 (Chinese Mandarin), 恐惧 (kĮ’ngjÃđ) (Chinese Mandarin), hrÅŊza [feminine] (Czech), gru (Danish), rÃĶdsel (Danish), gruwel [masculine] (Dutch), Ãĩudus (Estonian), kauhu (Finnish), kammo (Finnish), hirveys (Finnish), horreur [masculine] (French), effroi [masculine] (French), horror [masculine] (Galician), ქაáƒĻინელება (saÅĄineleba) (Georgian), Angst [feminine] (German), Furcht [feminine] (German), Horror [masculine] (German), Grauen [neuter] (German), Greuel [masculine] (German), ðŒŋ𐍃𐍆ðŒđðŒŧ𐌞ðŒīðŒđ (usfilmei) [feminine] (Gothic), τρόΞÎŋς (trÃģmos) [masculine] (Greek), ŨÖĩŨ™ŨžÖļŨ” (ÃĐima) [feminine] (Hebrew), āĪĶāĪđāĪķāĪĪ (dahśat) [feminine] (Hindi), āĪ†āĪĪāĪ‚āĪ• (ātaáđ…k) [masculine] (Hindi), āĪ­āĪŊ (bhay) [masculine] (Hindi), borzalom (Hungarian), Ãģgn [feminine] (Icelandic), horor (Indonesian), uafÃĄs [masculine] (Irish), orrore [masculine] (Italian), 恐怖 (kyōfu) (alt: きょうãĩ) (Japanese), 恐れ (osore) (alt: おそれ) (Japanese), Ō›ÐūŅ€Ō›Ņ‹Ð―Ņ‹Ņˆ (qorqynyş) (Kazakh), ភេរវážķរម្មណ៍ (pheirĕəʾviərɑm) (Khmer), ęģĩ폎 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), ëŽīė„œė›€ (museoum) (Korean), 두ë Īė›€ (duryeoum) (Korean), КÐūŅ€ÐšŅƒÐ―ŅƒŅ‡ (korkunuc) (Kyrgyz), horror [masculine] (Latin), ÅĄausmas [feminine] (Latvian), siaubas (Lithuanian), ÅĄiurpas (Lithuanian), ŅƒĖÐķаŅ (ÚÅūas) [masculine] (Macedonian), ŅŅ‚Ņ€Ð°Ðē (strav) [masculine] (Macedonian), аÐđОŅˆÐļÐģ (ajmÅĄig) (Mongolian), gru [feminine] (Norwegian BokmÃĨl), redsel [masculine] (Norwegian BokmÃĨl), orror (Occitan), ōga [masculine] (Old English), ØŊŲ‡ØīØŠ (dahÅĄat) [masculine] (Pashto), ŲˆØ­ØīØŠ (vahÅĄat) (Persian), ØŊŲ‡ØīØŠ (dahÅĄat) (Persian), Grul [feminine] (Plautdietsch), groza [feminine] (Polish), strach [masculine] (Polish), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), groază [feminine] (Romanian), oroare [feminine] (Romanian), spaimă [feminine] (Romanian), ŅƒĖÐķаŅ (ÚÅūas) [masculine] (Russian), ŅŅ‚Ņ€Ð°Ņ… (strax) [masculine] (Russian), ÐąÐūŅĖÐ·Ð―ŅŒ (bojÃĄznĘđ) [feminine] (Russian), āĪ˜āĨ‹āĪ° (ghora) [masculine] (Sanskrit), ŅƒĖÐķаĖ„Ņ [Cyrillic, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), ȕÅūās [Roman, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), hrÃīza [feminine] (Slovak), groza [feminine] (Slovene), horror [masculine] (Spanish), skrÃĪck [common-gender] (Swedish), fruktan [common-gender] (Swedish), fasa [common-gender] (Swedish), ÐīаŌģŅˆÐ°Ņ‚ (dahÅĄat) (Tajik), ÐēаŌģŅˆÐ°Ðģ (vahÅĄag) (Tajik), ÐīәŌŧŅˆÓ™Ņ‚ (dÃĪhşÃĪt) (Tatar), КŅƒŅ€ÐšŅ‹Ð―Ņ‹Ņ‡ (qurkÄąnÄąÃ§) (Tatar), empelÃąe (Tocharian B), korku (Turkish), dehşet (Turkish), elhençlik (Turkmen), ÐķаŅ… (Åūax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), ŅŅ‚Ņ€Ð°Ņ… (strax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), ØŊہØīØŠ (dahśat) [feminine] (Urdu), Ų‚ŲˆØąŲ‚Û‡Ų†Ú† (qorqunch) (Uyghur), qoĘŧrquv (Uzbek), dahshat (Uzbek), sáŧą khiášŋp (Vietnamese), sáŧą ghÊ ráŧĢn (Vietnamese) [Show more ▾] (countable, uncountable) Something horrible; that which excites horror. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▾] (countable, uncountable) Intense dislike or aversion; an abhorrence. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense dislike or aversion): ÐūŅ‚ÐēŅ€Ð°Ņ‰ÐĩĖÐ―ÐļÐĩ (otvraÅĄtÃĐnie) [neuter] (Bulgarian), kammo (Finnish), inho (Finnish), dÃĐgoÃŧt (French), aversion (French), ÐūŅ‚ÐēŅ€Ð°Ņ‰ÐĩĖÐ―ÐļÐĩ (otvraÅĄÄÃĐnije) [neuter] (Russian), ÐūОÐĩŅ€Ð·ÐĩĖÐ―ÐļÐĩ (omerzÃĐnije) [neuter] (Russian) [Show more ▾] (uncountable) A genre of fiction designed to evoke a feeling of fear and suspense. Tags: uncountable Categories (topical): Horror, Fear, Genres, Horror, Literary genres [Show more ▾] (countable) An individual work in this genre. Tags: countable Translations (literary genre): ÐķаŅ… (Åūax) [masculine] (Belarusian), ŅƒĖÐķаŅÐļ (ÚÅūasi) [masculine, plural] (Bulgarian), terror (Catalan), 恐怖 (kĮ’ngbÃđ) (Chinese Mandarin), horor (Czech), kauhu (Finnish), kauhukirjallisuus (Finnish), Horror [masculine] (German), ホãƒĐマ (horā) (Japanese), í˜ļ럮 (horeo) (Korean), ęģĩ폎 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), ŅƒĖÐķаŅÐļ (ÚÅūasi) [masculine, plural] (Macedonian), Ņ…ÐūĖŅ€ÐūŅ€ (hÃģror) [masculine] (Macedonian), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), ŅƒĖÐķаŅ (ÚÅūas) [masculine] (Russian), ŅƒÐķаĖŅŅ‚ÐļК (uÅūÃĄstik) [colloquial, masculine] (Russian), Ņ…ÐūĖŅ€Ņ€ÐūŅ€ (xÃģrror) [masculine, neologism] (Russian), skrÃĪck [common-gender] (Swedish), ÐķаŅ… (Åūax) [masculine] (Ukrainian) [Show more ▾] (countable, colloquial) A nasty or ill-behaved person; a rascal or terror. Tags: colloquial, countable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▾] (informal) An intense anxiety or a nervous depression; often the horrors. Tags: countable, informal, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (informal: intense anxiety): tÃĪpinÃĪt [plural] (Finnish) [Show more ▾] (in the plural, informal) Delirium tremens. Tags: countable, in-plural, informal, uncountable [Show more ▾] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Synonyms: nightmare, horrour (english: hypercorrect spelling or archaic) [UK] Hypernyms: speculative fiction Related terms: horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifical, horrification, horrify [Show more ▾] Noun [Galician] IPA: [ɔˈroÉū] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▾] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: espanto, pavor, terror Related terms: horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▾] Noun [Hungarian] IPA: [ˈhorːor] [Show additional information ▾] horror [Show more ▾] Noun [Latin] IPA: /ˈhor.ror/ [Classical], [ˈhɔrːɔr] [Classical], /ˈor.ror/ (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical), [ˈɔrːor] (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical) [Show additional information ▾] bristling (standing on end) Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▾] shaking, shivering, chill Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▾] dread, terror, horror Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▾] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Related terms: horrendus, horridus, horribilis, horrificus Noun [Old French] Forms: horror oblique singular or [canonical, feminine], horrors [oblique, plural], horror [nominative, singular], horrors [nominative, plural] [Show additional information ▾] horror or terror Synonyms: horrour, horrur [Show more ▾] Noun [Polish] IPA: /ˈxɔr.rɔr/ [Show additional information ▾] (colloquial) horror (something horrible; that which excites horror) Tags: colloquial, inanimate, masculine [Show more ▾] horror movie Tags: inanimate, masculine Synonyms: film grozy [Show more ▾] horror (literary genre) Tags: inanimate, masculine [Show more ▾] Noun [Portuguese] IPA: /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoÉū/ [SÃĢo-Paulo], [oˈhoÉū] [SÃĢo-Paulo], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Rio-de-Janeiro], [oˈχoχ] [Rio-de-Janeiro], /oˈʁoÉŧ/ [Southern-Brazil], [oˈhoÉŧ] [Southern-Brazil], /ɔˈʁoÉū/ [Portugal] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▾] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: temor, terror Related terms: horrendo, hÃģrrido, horrífero, horrífico, horripilar, horrível, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▾] Adjective [Romanian] [Show additional information ▾] horror Tags: feminine, indeclinable, masculine, neuter [Show more ▾] Noun [Romanian] [Show additional information ▾] horror Tags: neuter [Show more ▾] Noun [Spanish] IPA: /oˈroÉū/, [oˈroÉū] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▾] horror; terror Wikipedia link: Diccionario crítico etimolÃģgico castellano e hispÃĄnico Tags: masculine Synonyms: miedo, temor, terror Derived forms: horror al vacío Related terms: horrendo, horrible, hÃģrrido, horrífico, horripilante, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▾] Inflected forms horrores (Noun) [Portuguese] plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Spanish] plural of horror horrors (Noun) [English] plural of horror horrore (Noun) [Latin] ablative singular of horror horroribus (Noun) [Latin] dative/ablative plural of horror horrorem (Noun) [Latin] accusative singular of horror horroris (Noun) [Latin] genitive singular of horror horrori (Noun) [Latin] dative singular of horror horrorum (Noun) [Latin] genitive plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Latin] nominative/accusative/vocative plural of horror Alternative forms horrour (Noun) [Old French] Alternative form of horror horrour (Noun) [English] Misspelling of horror. horrour (Noun) [English] Obsolete form of horror. horrow (Noun) [English] Alternative form of horror If you use this data in academic research, please cite Tatu Ylonen: Wiktextract: Wiktionary as Machine-Readable Structured Data, Proceedings of the 13th Conference on Language Resources and Evaluation (LREC), pp. 1317-1325, Marseille, 20-25 June 2022. 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Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. â€Ē The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.
The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.
WHISPERS @scarystoriesargh My best friend confided in me one day about one of her worries. She told me about how, in the middle of the night, she would keep hearing whispers in her bedroom. These whispers would repeat the same number over and over, but each night the number would become one lower. A few weeks later, on a Tuesday my friend told me that the numbers were getting lower and lower. It was due to be the number seven that night. My friend had no idea what those whispers were counting down to, but she told of how anxious she had been feeling ever since the whispers started several months ago. It's Wednesday today. My friend isn't in school. She didn't tell me that she was going to be absent. And then I realise. Last night, the voices would have been whispering the number Zero..
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Favourite PLANKBOB Episodes 10b "F.U.N." 15a "Sleepy Time" 16a "Valentine's Day" 122b "Single Cell Anniversary" 137a "One Coarse Meal" 139a "Gramma's Secret Recipe" 141b "The Main Drain" 168b "Fiasco!" 177b "Move It or Lose It" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water 198b "CopyBob DittoPants" 203a "Pineapple Invasion" 207a "Mimic Madness" 207b "House Worming" 209b "Plankton Gets the Boot" 210b "Burst Your Bubble" 228b "Grandmum's the Word" 230b "Bottle Burglars" 235a "Plankton Paranoia" 238a, Appointment TV 238b "Karen's Virus" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run 246a "Plankton's Old Chum" 257a, Handemonium 259a "The Ghost of Plankton" 259b "My Two Krabses" 264a "Plankton's Intern" 272 "SpongeBob's Road to Christmas" 284a "The Flower Plot" 285a "Delivery to Monster Island" 294a "Single-Celled Defense" 305b "Sheldon SquarePants"
What’s in the basement? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ËĒáķœĘģáĩ’ËĄËĄ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ↓ Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
F e l i c i t a t i o n s , m a l e f a c t o r s !
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Squidward: [to Mr. Krabs] Admit it. Without SpongeBob, you’d be nothing.
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December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Wellâ€Ķ Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 11 hr. ago daneylion I was told that I was getting too old to be a pilot and that this would be my last flight before retirement. I’m going to make sure for everyone on board that it’s their last flight too.
PLANKTON'S PET | Typed By: abney317 Plankton: Don't patronise me! Why does every single plan fall apart? It's just a stupid sandwich! I tell you, it's wearing me down! Karen: You need to stop your obsessi0n over it. SpongeBob: Plankton! (Looking through window. Plankton screams) I have the perfect solution to your problem. Plankton: SpongeBob? How could you possibly help me? SpongeBob: You should try the local animal shelter? That's where I found my Gary. Plankton: Oh, yeah? Perhaps you're on to something there. (At animal shelter) Plankton: (Pet barks) Hey there, little guy. (Pet barks and jumps into Plankton's arms) Looks like we have a winner. SpongeBob: Oh, so cute! Whatcha gonna call him? He looks like a "Spot" to me. (Spot licks Plankton, barks and pants. Back at the Chum Bucket now.) Well, Spot, I'm your new owner, so shower me with love and affection. Karen: You're gonna have to train him to do that. Plankton: I, train him? (sighs) I'll give it a tĖĒry. All right, Spot. Let's start with something easy. Stay. (Picks up Spot and sits him down) Good boy. Excellent! Now shake. (Spot shakes his bÃļdy, shaking the whole building) Wow! That's one mean shake you got there. I think we should burn off some of that extra energy. Would you like to go walkies? (Holding up leash) (Put collar on Spot) March! (Spot barks. Plankton whistles. Plankton starts getting tired and panting) Phew. We've walked (Notices he's only made it to the mailbox) I guess our legs are too short for walkies. How about a nice round of fetch? (Brings back ball. Grunts) Fetch! (Ball lands on top of Spot and Plankton screams.) What have I done? I'm a terrible pet owner! Terrible! Karen! We're gonna need another Spot! (Spots squishes himself back together and pops up from the ground barking.) Nice rebound, Spot! You know, I get squashed a lot too. (sniffles. Spot licks Plankton) (Back inside the Chum Bucket) Okay, Spot. Today, you'll learn how to be an attack pet to guard the Chum Bucket from intruders. Now, Spot, pretend I'm a burglar. Attack! (Spot whimpers) You're not getting this? Come at me! Uh-oh, losing balance. (Falls down) A little help? (Spot jumps on Plankton and licks him) Or a second thought, what do I need a guard dog for? I can't ever keep chum away. What I really need, is a retriever. (Plankton now showing Spot a picture of a Krabby Patty) This is your target. I want you to retrieve a Krabby Patty. Now, security is tight; so I've divide the pl-- (Spot walks away. Plankton flips to next page of plan with a picture of the Krusty Krab on it) Wait! Where are you going? You're not ready! Fish #1: I'd like a large... (sees moving Krabby Patty on the ground) What was that? Squidward: Didn't see it, don't care. Plankton: (Sitting on a wooden chair, snoring and drooling. Spot drops Krabby Patty and barks) What! It's a Krabby Patty? It's...a miracle! (heavenly choir vocals) Karen, look at what Spot brought home. Karen: That's wonderful! Spot deserves a reward. Plankton: He can have anything he wants, up to half my kingdom--er, laboratory. (Spot panting. Chomps entire Krabby Patty) Plankton: Noo! No! You've been a very bad amoeba! Bad amoeba! I'm afraid you'll have to be punÄąshed. You need a time out. I'm just gonna put you out here until you learnt to behave. (Spot to mailbox) Shouldn't take more than five minutes. (Spot whimpers) Aww... no, no, I must be strong. (Spot whimpers. Plankton goes back into the Chum Bucket) I can't do it. (tender music plays) Spot, I'm sorry. I-- (Music stops when Plankton opens the door. Spot is gone and collar is on the ground) Spot! He's gone. (Crying) Where is he? Spot! Come back! (Sobbing) Spot! (Plankton goes searching) Spot! Where are you, Spot! (sobbing at the Krusty Krab dumpsters) SpongeBob: (Walks out with trash) Why, Plankton, what's wrong? (dump3d trash) Plankton: I lost spot. SpongeBob: That's terrible! Gary lost me once. I was cold, alone, st☆rve. It was the worst eight minutes of my life. Plankton: Spot! (dramatic music) You're safe! You were hiding the whole time! You sneaky little amoeba, you. (Spot barks and licks Plankton. Plankton laughs) SpongeBob: Aw, wow! I'm glad found Spot. Plankton: I thought him everything he knows! (Spot barks and licks Plankton)
‘Ylim3’ By IPostAtMidnight I've found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. Little Emily vanished last year. Now they’re pouring new sidewalks in my neighbourhood, and I’ve found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.
Episode | Pineapple Invasion Typed By: Amphitrite Plankton: (emerges from the roof with a waggon, with a rag covering something in it) I'm ready! I'm ready! Ready to steal the Krabby Patty secret formula! Prepare to initiate plan number... hmm... number... What's the number? Oh well, who cares? Karen: Good question. Plankton: Say what? Karen: I said "Good luck". (pushes the waggon down the slope) Plankton: That formula will be mine! (the waggon rolls through the Krusty Krab doors and past the customers up to the cash register boat) Out of my way, pinheads! Move it, move it, move it! (rings the bells) Hey there, schnozzola! I'm about to show you the advantage of not having a nose. Say hello to... r... Mr. Krabs: (rounds up Plankton with SpongeBob's arm) Here's another routine: you're the meat in me knuckle sandwich! Plankton: I'm not hungry! Mr. Krabs: (smashes Plankton between his fists. Plankton sticks to his left fist) Eww. (throws one of Plankton's antennae on the floor) SpongeBob! SpongeBob: (hops in on his leg) Yes, sir. I see the problem. SpongeBob: But Mr. Krabs, how do you know it will be safe from Plankton at my house? Mr. Krabs: Pshaw! He'll think it's still here! His tiny braÄąn is incapable of the kind of abstract thinking that is required for reflection. Or thoughtful reasoning and deduction. He cannot ruminate (pan down to the antenna Plankton lost earlier, catching a signal of what Krabs is saying and Plankton is listening from a distance) He cannot define the hypothesis. He's a tÄąred clown. He'll never know it's in your house. Plankton: (smiling evilly) Oh, you're right, Professor Krabface. I'm much too simple-minded to look there. (laughs) (at nighttime, SpongeBob walks out of the Krusty Krab with the formula) Plankton: Hey, there. (SpongeBob panickedly hides the formula in one of his holes) Pleasant night, eh SpongeBob? SpongeBob: Oh, uh... yes. It's a very nighty-night for a walkie! Plankton: Ain't that the truth? Hey, nothing gets past you. One could say you have the formula for honesty. SpongeBob: Uh, yeah. One could say that I guess. Uh, anyway, I gotta go wash my formula--HAIR! Hair! I gotta go wash my hair! SpongeBob: (laughing nervously) Okay, bye! (walks home) Narrator: The next morning... SpongeBob: Now remember, Gary. I'm entrusting you. Gary: Meow. SpongeBob: Stay shxrp, Gary. Don't let anyone inside. Gary: Meow. SpongeBob: Bye, Gary! (Plankton watches as SpongeBob leaves. Laughs) Gary: (hears a knσck at the door) Meow. (opens the door) Meow, meow! (slams the door) Plankton: (gets mad and throws box on the ground, which explode. Stunned) Note to self: nitroglycerin is not a substitute for vanilla extract. (collapses) (goes back into the kitchen. Plankton opens the fridge, jumps on the stove, and knocks the fridge over. He then knocks the stove over and climbs through the ducts) Nope, nope, nope. (he climbs in the cupboards, and rummages through it. Gary wakes up from his nap and goes downstairs to see where the noise is coming from. Plankton sneaks past Gary and goes upstairs to search in SpongeBob's room. Gary sees him and gets an idea) Plankton: (walks out of SpongeBob's room and slips on Gary's slime, bounces off a mattress and flies into the ceiling fan, which spins him around and flings him in a basketball net, through a pipe, and onto a record player. The record player spins Plankton and he gets caught under. He falls off and into a puddle of glue. A bowling ball rolls on top of him, squishing and sticking him to it. The bowling ball rolls into a bunch of flower pots like bowling pins. A robotic vacuum cleaner sucks up the mess, including Plankton, who pops out of the dust bin) Alright, snail. Let's go! (Gary beats up Plankton with his eyestalks. After he recovers, he notices the opening of Gary's shell) Of course! What a fÃļÃļls I've been! (climbs inside) SpongeBob's hidden the secret formula inside Gary's shell! (one of Gary's eyes starts following him. Plankton starts running away as it chases him throughout all sorts of surreal dimensions in Gary's shell) SpongeBob: (returns home) Gary, I'm home! (gasps as soon as he sees the inside of his house is demolished) What happened here?! (gasps) My first Krabby Patty! I had it bronzed! Aw, and I was gonna give that to my grandchildren. (gasps again) My Mermaid Man collectible pants! I could've worn them a thousand more times. (gasps a third time) My glass of water! (teary-eyed) I was gonna drÄąnk that. (walks up to his TV set. The Krabby Patty formula is on top of it) Oh, the Krabby Patty formula! Whew! It's safe and right where I left it. (spots Gary with his eye in his shell) Gary, did you do this? (Gary growls) What's the matter, Gary? Something wrong with your shell? Gary: Meow, meow! SpongeBob: Something's not right, Gary. Plankton: (stops running and reaches a đeađ end) Ha! I lost him! Now I'M lost. (Gary's shell abruptly tilts, causing him to fall deeper into the shell's center) Ow... my head... oh, I must be in the centre of the shell. (sees a piece of paper sticking out of the snail slime) What's that? (takes the paper out of the slime and opens it) This is it! Just like I thought! It was hidden here all the time! The secret Krabby Patty formula! It's beautiful! (a light shines on Plankton) The heavenly light! I always knew I'd see it once I've gotten the formula! (cut to the vet, where it's revealed that Gary's shell is opened up with Plankton inside holding a grocery list, looking dizzy and hallucinating) Doctor: Well, that's odd. Who's that? SpongeBob: Hey, it's Plankton. Doctor: What's he got there? SpongeBob: Looks like one of my old grocery lists. Doctor: I don't know how he got in there, but the gasses inside this shell are making the little guy hallucinate. He would've smelled the gasses if he had a nose like most good-hearted people. (takes a deep whiff) Plankton: (laughs crazy)
I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy
the signs as characters from Spongebob ARIES: Gary the Snail TAURUS: The Flying Dutchman GEMINI: Squilliam Fancyson CANCER: Squidward Tentacles LEO: Mrs. Puff VIRGO: Sandy Cheeks LIBRA: Patrick Star SCORPIO: Plankton SAGITTARIUS: Pearl Krabs CAPRICORN: Mr. Krabs AQUARIUS: Larry the Lobster PISCES: SpongeBob SquarePants
The Light by Theshadowsyoufear “Your true monsters sleep just down the hallâ€Ķ” We make fun of little kids for one thing; leaving lights on everywhere. They turn lights on in every room as if it’s some sort of security blanket. And if you ever force them to turn them off, they cry and scream and eventually you give in. The only time they turn them off is with their parents. They feel safe. So very safe. I’m the “monster” that lives in your closet. I’m friends with the one under your bed and the one in the shadows. When you see us, you flee to you’re mommy and daddy. But we’re not here to hurt you. We’re here to protect you. If you think we’re scary, just wait till you see their true form. They masquerade as one of you and you can never tell. You humans must be blind. Your true monsters sleep just down the hall. They pretend to love you but It won’t last. They try to convince us to let them in but don’t worry, we really love you and we will protect you. So when you see a shadow flit or a figure in the closet, remember, we scary monsters protect you from the human ones. So you’re safe with usâ€Ķ For now.
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“HEAR ME KRABS! WHEN I DISCOVER YOUR FORMULA FOR KRABBY PATTIES I’LL RUN YOU OUT OF BUSINESS! I W E N T T O C O L L E G E!”
Pretending to be asleep doesn’t work ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ËĒáķœĘģáĩ’ËĄËĄ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ↓ A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a mvrderer carrying the bÃļdies of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the blÃļÃļd of the dÃĐÃĄd bÃļdies. He then hides under the child's bed... The child is scared beyond relief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathing from under the bed... An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence... “I know you’re awake”. He senses something shift underneath his bed...
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago Tasty_Freedom459 Being the first person on the moon is such a amazing experience Being the first forgotten, not so much
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Kamp Koral: SpongeBob's Under Years season two episodes: Mad Science Squirrel: Plankton recruits Sandy to help in his lab. (#227A) To Pop a Bubble: SpongeBob is determined to find out who popped his new bubble friend. (#227B) No title card available High and Dry: The Dinghy cabin camps overnight out of the water. (#228A) The Beardsman: Wilderness expert Paul Grunion visits the camp. (#228B) Five Times the Fun: When Patrick's detached limbs regrow into five Patrick clones, it's up to the gang to stop them before they take over the camp. (#229A) Low Falutin: Rea and Roh get a taste of the cheap life after they lose all their money. (#229B) Nut Madness: Things get nutty at camp when Sandy goes feral over the sight of peanuts. (#330A) Mermaid Men and Barnacle Boys: The Dinghy and Pontoon cabins go head-to-head in a series of superhero challenges. (#230B) A Tale of Two Roxies: It's a classic case of sibling rivalry after the conjoined Roxie sisters split up. (#231A) Nite Owls: When the Dinghies attempt to stay up all night, they discover a side of camp they've never seen before. (#231B) Calling Some Monsters: Realizing the monsters are actually quite boring, SpongeBob and Patrick set out to help them channel their wild side. (#232A) Dig This: A mysterious bone discovery at Kamp Koral leads Sandy to start an archeological dig. (#232B) Un-Breaking and De-Entering: SpongeBob discovers that Gary's been secretly taking items from everyone in camp. (#233A) Swimmin' Holed: After SpongeBob and Patrick discover Narlene and Nobby's secret swimming hole, it doesn't stay a secret for long. (#233B) Krabsy the Klown: When Mr. Krabs reveals that he used to be a clown, SpongeBob convinces him to wear the big shoes once again. (#234A) Lords of the LARP: Mo joins the Pontoon cabin's LARP (live action role-playing) group. (#234B) Mascot Mayhem: SpongeBob and Patrick compete to become Kamp Koral's mascot. (#235A) Putt Up or Shut Up: Mr. Krabs and Squidward compete head-to-head to see who is the better golfer. (#235B) Who's Complaining?: Mr. Krabs puts Squidward in charge of Kamp Koral's complaint department. (#236A) Patrick's Star: SpongeBob and Sandy gift Patrick a star for his birthday. (#236B) A Finful of Sand Dollars: Sheriff Sandy pulls out all the stops when a ne'er-do-well interloper turns Kamp Koral's Western Day upside down. (#237A) Cretins of the Night: SpongeBob and Patrick discover the ups and downs of vampire life with Kidferatu's help. (#237B) The Suit Suits You: Sandy learns the dangers of untested technology while an old companion goes on a journey of self-discovery. (#238A) Parasite Pals: SpongeBob's relationship with the rest of camp is pushed to the brink by his newest friend, a parasite living in him. (#238B) End of Summer Daze: Summer is over, and SpongeBob and Patrick stay behind for one final attempt to catch a jellyfish – but they're not the only ones hiding out at camp. (#239)
The Patrick Star Show season two episodes: The Commode Episode: Patrick gets stuck in the bathroom. (#232A.) Tying the Klop-Knot: Bunny and Cecil need to get married again. (#232B.) Chum Bucket List: SpongeBob helps Patrick fulfill his bucket list. (#233A.) Big Baby Pat: Patrick has a nostalgic meltdown. (#233B) Is There a Director in the House?: While Squidina is away at camp, Patrick needs a new director. (#234A) Star Cruise: The Star family is abducted by aliens. (#234B) Best Served Cold: The enemies of the Star family team up to exact revenge. (#235A) Tattoo Hullabaloo: Bunny loses a tattoo. (#235B) Too Many Patricks: Patrick hires more Patricks to perform at birthday parties. (#236A) Much Tofu About Nothing: Pat-Thos shares a Hamdonian tale of love and pork products. (#236B) Face Off/Model: Patrick wakes up off-model. (#237A) 5 Star Restaurant: The Star family works at the Krusty Krab. (#237B) At Home, on the Lam: Bunny tries to punish Patrick for chocolate-favored crimes. (#238A) Pick Patrick's Path: The Lawnies vote for what Patrick does next in a special "Choose Your Own Adventure" episode of The Patrick Show!. (#238B)
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Best PLANKBOB Episodes Season 1 10b "F.U.N." 15a "Sleepy Time" 16a "Valentine's Day" Season 6 109b "The Krabby Kronicle" 122b "Single Cell Anniversary" Season 7 137a "One Coarse Meal" 139a "Gramma's Secret Recipe" 141b "The Main Drain" Season 8 168b "Fiasco!" 177b "Move It or Lose It" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water Season 9 198b "CopyBob DittoPants" 203a "Pineapple Invasion" Season 10 207a "Mimic Madness" 207b "House Worming" 209b "Plankton Gets the Boot" 210b "Burst Your Bubble" 228b "Grandmum's the Word" 230b "Bottle Burglars" 232b "Shopping List" 235a "Plankton Paranoia" 238b "Karen's Virus" The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run Season 12 246a "Plankton's Old Chum" 254-255 "SpongeBob's Big Birthday Blowout" 259a "The Ghost of Plankton" 259b "My Two Krabses" 264a "Plankton's Intern" Season 13 272 "SpongeBob's Road to Christmas" 284a "The Flower Plot" 285a "Delivery to Monster Island" 289a "My Friend Patty" Season 14 294a "Single-Celled Defense" 305b "Sheldon SquarePants"
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disabilityreminders You’re allowed to use accommodations even if you could technically get by without them. Use the accommodations if you can. You don’t need to be at the highest level of suffering to be valid in using them. If they improve your quality of life or paın level or anything at all like that, then they’re worth using and you deserve to use them. Jan 18th, 2024
6 NOV 2013 ANESTHESIA If you’re having general anesthesia, an anesthesiologist will give you medications that make you lose consciousness. After the surgery is complete, you won’t be wide awake right away. General anesthesia brings on a sleep-like state with the use of a combination of medicines. The medicines, known as anesthetics, are given before and during surgery or other medical procedures. General anesthesia usually uses a combination of intravenous medicines and inhaled gasses. You'll feel as though you're asleep. But general anesthesia does more than put you to sleep. You don't feel pain when you're under general anesthesia. This is because your brain doesn't respond to pain signals or reflexes. While you're under anesthesia, the anesthesia team monitors you, watches your body's vital functions, manages your breathing and treats pain related to the procedure. Your surgery might not require general anesthesia, but you might need sedation to be comfortable during the procedure. The effects of sedation, also called twilight sedation and monitored anesthesia care, can include being sleepy but awake and able to talk, or being asleep and unaware of your surroundings. The recovery from sedation is similar to that of general anesthesia but patients usually wake up quicker and their recovery time is shorter. As with general anesthesia, you won’t be able to drive and should probably have someone stay with you for at least the first several hours after you return home. You'll slowly wake either in the operating room or the recovery room. You'll probably feel groggy and a little confused when you first awaken. You may continue to be sleepy, and your judgment and reflexes may take time to return to normal.
Episode Transcript: One Coarse Meal Plankton: Enjoy, Eugene! (activates b*mb, which blows up roof) Mr. Krabs: (with a wooden plank in his mÃļuth) PLANKTON! (crunches the plank, breaking it) I just had that roof redone last week! Plankton: You will be re-re-doing it when I'm through with you! Mr. Krabs: Ready for instant? (SpongeBob takes off his hat and reveals a can of peas. Opens the can with his claw and pours all the peas into SpongeBob. Uses SpongeBob as a gum) Fire! (SpongeBob shoots peas at Plankton. The peas shoot through Plankton's air glider. Plankton blows a bubble over himself causing the peas to be deflected. The deflected peas hits the frying pans. One of the frying pans fall and hits SpongeBob. Plankton fires a missile at them) Take cover! (picks up SpongeBob and uses him as a shield, but the missile just falls straight to the ground) Oh, ha, ha, it didn't blow up. Another dud, Plankton. Plankton: Another dud huh? (pushes a button which causes the missile to transform into a robotic arm and it squeezes Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob) Mr Krabs: Oh, you're playin' with fire now, Plankton! Plankton: No need to get worked up with this, Krabs. Just give me the secret formula and off I go. Mr. Krabs: Well, you ain't gettin' it Plankton: Well, I construct you to reconsider. (presses a button and the arm squeezes harder) Mr. Krabs: Oh, go jump of a plank! Plankton: Oh well, I have other ways of getting it when I need. Where is the formula, Krabs? (tickles Mr. Krabs with feather. Mr. Krabs laughs) Still not going to talk 'ey, Krabs? (tickles Mr. Krabs' nose with the feather causing him to sneeze and blowing Plankton to the ground) OK Krabs, I see you're still not going to crack but I don't think your underling is of the same level. SpongeBob: I'll never talk Plankton: Well, we'll see what Mr.Feather has to say about that, SpongeBob: OK, OK! but I don't how to get into the safe behind the painting in Mr. Krabs' office that houses the secret formula! He won't let me near it! (everyone pauses) Plankton: Clever, behind the painting 'ey, Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Errrrrrrr... Plankton: (sniffs) Say what am I smelling? You got something burnÄąng? SpongeBob: (sniffs) Smells like blubber to me, Plankton: Bl-bl-blubber? Pearl: Dad! Plankton: (screams) CalĖķl off your daughter Krabs! CALĖķL HER OFF!! Mr. Krabs: She's a big gÃŪrl, Plankton. I have no cÃļntrÃļl over what she does. Oh, and you better watch out. I think she's extra hangry today. Plankton: Stay back whale! I'm pippy to what you do to organisms like me. I've seen those documentaries! (as he says this, he backs up into the freezer) Pearl: Did he just go into the freezer? Plankton: (exits freezer and walks out the doors) Don't say it! Pearl: I Ėķprefer salad over Plankton anyway. Mr. Krabs: Who knew Plankton was so afraid of whales? (chuckles evilly) Pearl, me darling daughter, you saved me busÄąness and my Formular now get us out of this strap. Pearl: Mall money. Mr. Krabs: Alright, alright. You're gettin' more like your old man every day. (gives dollar to Pearl) Pearl, why don't you swing to the Chum Bucket on your way to the mall? Give Plankton a little scare? Pearl: Double my mall money! Mr. Krabs: (grunts) Alright, SpongeBob. It's your turn! SpongeBob: Here you go, Pearl. Buy something pretty. Pearl: Hey, this isn't money! SpongeBob: No, it's even better! It's the money Mr. Krabs pays me with. (money is shown) Mr. Krabs' Wacky Bucks! Mr. Krabs: (to himself) It's all catching up to me... (to Pearl) Please, Pearl? Pearl: No way! The Chum Bucket is, like, totally gross! Mr. Krabs: Hmmm... in that case, I'll need to borrow one of your dressers. SpongeBob: Hummina-hunh? Pearl: (at the same time) Huh?! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket. Plankton runs inside) Karen: My triumphant husband returns. How'd you fail this time? Plankton: Krabs had a whale! Karen: You mean his bÄąg, scary, teenage daughter? Plankton: I hear that mocking tone in your voice Karen, and I don't appreciate it! Don't you remember what happened to my ancestors at the hands of those beasts? (Plankton's family is shown having a picnic before being eaten by a whale) Karen: OK. When you take a b͞reak from your delusional paranoia, the trash needs some attention. It's ripened. (bubble-wipe to Plankton taking out the trash) Pearl: (emerges from dumpster) I'M HANGRY!! Plankton: NO!! (runs back inside and bars the door) That should keep her out! Pearl: (sneaks up behind him) I WANT PLANKTON MEAT! Plankton: (runs out the lab) Karen! She's here! She got in! Karen: What are you talking about? Plankton: There's a whale in the laboratory! Karen: Are you out of your mind? Plankton: See for yourself!! Karen: (checks the lab) No whale in here. Plankton: I swear! A whale was just in here. She was next to the transmutator. She was right here in this spot! Her mÃļuth all frothy, her blowhole flowing! Karen: Oh that's enough Plankton! If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to more permanent primary functions. (rolls away) Plankton: Karen! Karen--! Karen: I'm not listening! Hm hm hm! (time card appears) French Narrator: 16 paranoia-filled days later... Karen: (off microphone) Plankton, your dinner is ready. Plankton, can you hear me? Plankton: Yes, Karen. I can hear you. Could you please bring it up? I can't rÄąsk stepping into the light. The whale might see me. (cries. Mr. Krabs, in a costume looking like Pearl, laughs. Bubble-wipe to night. Plankton is shown having a nightmare) No! No, no! (he is seen being chased by Pearl and falls into her blowhole) Whoa! (lands in Pearl's mÃļuth) Hey! Get me out of here! (Pearl flings him into her throat with her tongue) No, no! (falls into her stomach, where his ancestors find him) Grand-Dad: Hey, Plankton! Glad you could joÄąn the rest of the famÄąly! Plankton: Grand-Dad? Grand-Dad: Yep, and you're pretty brave standing in that there gastric acid. Plankton: Gastric acid? (his bÃļdy is half-burned. Screams while Pearl laughs evilly and lightning strikes. Wakes up from nightmare and screams) I CAN'T TAKE IT! Oh, this is driving me cRaZy! (cries. Mr. Krabs takes off his disguise and laughs. Bubble-wipe to morning; crying) What's the poÄąnts of going on? I'll just be tÃļrture for the rest of my life by that whale! (lÄąes down) That's it. I'm done. The 4:15 bus should be here any time now. SpongeBob: Hi, Plankton. Whatchya doin' lÃĨyÄŦng on the middle of the road? Plankton: Go away, CheeseHead! Can't you see I'm trying to get run over? In fact, better yet just step on me as hÃĢrd as you can, will ya? SpongeBob: I'm sorry, Plankton, but that flies in the face of my good nature. Plankton: Forget it kid. I'll just wait for the next bus. Go on back to the Krusty Krab and enjoy yourself. SpongeBob: Okay! (bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab) Mr. Krabs: (erases a picture of Plankton) Goodbye, pipsqueak! SpongeBob: Sorry to interrupt your gloating, sir. I just thought it would be pertinent for you to know that Plankton is lÃĨyÄŦng on the street, forlorn. Mr. Krabs: Really? He's a mess! SpongeBob: Mr. Krabs, I know you and Plankton are both sworn enemÄąes and all, but putting on a dress to frÄąghten him? Isn't that taking it a little too far? Mr. Krabs: May I remind you of the fact that you've disclosed the location of me safe, where I keep the secret formula? SpongeBob: No need to remind me, sir. I've broken Rule #2 in the employee rulebook: Never disclose the location of the secret formula! Don't worry, Mr. Krabs. I'll fÄąx this. (bubble-wipe to Plankton) Plankton: (angrily) Man, what does it take to getĖī run over around here?! SpongeBob: Hi, Plankton. Plankton: What, do you have mud in your ears? TAKE A HIKE! SpongeBob: Yes, I remember. But I just wanted to tell that the secret formula is not, I repeat NOT, in the safe behind the painting in the Krusty Krab. Plankton: What difference does it make? There's no point ever since I've been tÃļrture by that blasted whale. SpongeBob: Don't worry. Everyone has a secret fear! For instance, Mr. Krabs' secret fear is... (whispers in Plankton's ear) Plankton: Really? SpongeBob: Mmm-hmm, and guess what else? That was Mr. Krabs in whale suit that you've been scared of. Plankton: So, you're saying that this whole time it was Krabs masquerading as a whale?! (angrily) Why that conniving bottomfeeder! SpongeBob: But certainly, you wouldn't have use for such innocuous information, would you? Plankton: No, of course not. SpongeBob: Well, back to your self-destructive behaviour, Plankton. Thank you for this talk! Plankton: No, no. Thank you! (laughs evilly. Bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab) Mr. Krabs: This is almost too fun! (puts on the Pearl costume) Plankton ain't even a challenge no more! Plankton: Oh, is that so. Mr. Krabs: Oh, Plankton. Back for more, aren't ya? Okay, here it goes. (breaths deeply) Boo! Plankton: You don't scare me, Krabs. Mr. Krabs: I ain't Krabs, I'm... uh, I mean... (in Pearl's voice) I'm Pearl, not Krabs. Plankton: The jÃļb is up, Krabs. I know all about the suit, and your secret fear! Mr. Krabs: Secret fear? (takes off the head; in regular voice) What are you talkin' about? Plankton: See for yourself. (the robotic arm squeezes Mr. Krabs) Enjoy the show! (a mime is shown) Mr. Krabs: No. No. Muh-muh-make it stop! Make it stop! Plankton: Doesn't feel so good on the other end of the stick, doesn't it, scaredy pants? I feel wonderfully! SpongeBob: Um, Plankton, if I were you I wouldn't be so snug. Plankton: Why? SpongeBob: Because a hangry pod of whales have just arrived for early feeding. (whales are outside) Plankton: (screams) Not another feeding! Get me out of here! (removes a nail from the floor and jumps ÄąnsÄąde. SpongeBob puts a cork in the hÃļle, turns off a projector, making the whales disappear, and gets Mr. Krabs out of the robot arm) Mr. Krabs: Whew! You really redeemed yourself, boyĖĒ! (to mime) Okay, you're beginning to creep me out.
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9 TʜɩÉīÉĒs ʏáīáīœ Éīáī‡áī‡áī… áī›áī áī…áī Author's 𓂀𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍ð–ĢēĖļ☘♕ :zap: 01/01/22 ┏━━━━â€Ē❅â€Ē°â€Ē❈ - â€Ē°â€Ē❅â€Ē━━━━┓ ┗━━━━â€Ē❅â€Ē°â€Ē❈ - â€Ē°â€Ē❅â€Ē━━━━┛ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚âœĐ â‹†ï―ĄËš âœĐ ┊ ┊ ┊ âœŦ ┊ ┊ ☩⋆ 𝘄ð—ēð—đ𝗰𝗞𝗚ð—ē, ⒉🄀⒉⒉ ┊ âœŦ #hashtag ʕâ€ĒáīĨâ€Ēʔāž„ âœŊ ⋆ ┊ . ˚ â˜ū âĨ ˚âœĐ. ‧₊ ❁ۊۊā―īā―ŧ.;:ā­­ĖĨ.┊ʟáĩ‰áĩ— áĩáĩ’ áĩ’áķ  Ę·Ę°áĩƒáĩ— ⁹ËĒ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ’áķ  Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áķœáĩ’âŋáĩ—Ęģáĩ’ËĄ. ʟáĩ‰áĩƒĘģâŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĄáĩ‰ËĒËĒáĩ’âŋ. Ō“áĩ’Ęģáĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ–áĩƒËĒáĩ—. áī€âŋáĩˆ áĩáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ’âŋ. ꒱ ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ ⋆ ☄. ʙáĩ‰ áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜áĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . Éīáĩ’áĩ— áĩ‡Ęļ ËĒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áĩ›âąâŋáĩ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩˆâąáķ áķ áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âŋáĩ— áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‰ËĄËĒáĩ‰, áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ‡Ęļ ËĒáĩ—Ęģ⁹áĩ›âąâŋáĩ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜áĩ‰ ËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . sáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩËĒ áĩƒáĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ʷ⁹˥˥ áĩ‡áĩ‰ ËĒ⁹áĩâąËĄáĩƒĘģ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ĘģËĒ, áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ—'ËĒ áķ âąâŋáĩ‰. sáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩËĒ áĩƒáĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ʷ⁹˥˥ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩˆâąáķ áķ áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âŋáĩ— áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ĘģËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ—'ËĒ áķ âąâŋáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’áĩ’. ÉŠáĩ— ⁹ËĒ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ‡âąâŋáĩƒáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋ áĩ’áķ  áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ˜âŋ⁹áĩ áĩ˜áĩ‰. ·˚ * :telescope: ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ â‡Ē˚⋆ ✎ ˎˊ- " áī…áĩ‰ËĒáĩ–⁹áĩ—áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ âŋáĩ˜áĩáĩ‡áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜'áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ ËĄáĩ‰áĩ— áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ, áķœáĩ’âŋáĩ—⁹âŋáĩ˜áĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰. ÉŠáĩ—'ËĒ Ę°áĩ‰áĩƒËĄâąâŋáĩ áķ áĩ’Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ ËĒáĩ’áĩ˜ËĄ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩƒáĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰ ⁹áĩ— ËĒáĩ—áĩ’áĩ–ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ áĩ‡áĩ‰âąâŋáĩ ËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ -áķœáĩ‰âŋáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ âąËĒĘ°. ʙĘļ áĩâąáĩ›âąâŋáĩ, ÉŠ áĩˆáĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áĩáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩËĒ. ʏáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩáĩƒĘļ áĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰, ËĄáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰, áĩƒáĩ—áĩ—áĩ‰âŋáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋ, áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜ËĒáĩ—... áī›Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ–áĩ’⁹âŋáĩ— ⁹ËĒ, áĩˆáĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áķ áĩ’Ęģáķœáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ  áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ’áķ  Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ âŋáĩƒáĩ—áĩ˜Ęģáĩ‰ Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩƒáĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜'áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ ËĄáĩ‰áĩ— áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ. Éīáĩ˜Ęģáĩ—áĩ˜Ęģáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ âŋáĩƒáĩ—áĩ˜Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰ËĒáĩ— áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģËĒ⁹áĩ’âŋ áĩ’áķ  Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . ʏáĩ’áĩ˜ ˥⁹áĩ›áĩ‰ áķ áĩ’Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . Éīáĩ’áĩ— áĩƒâŋĘļáĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‰ËĄËĒáĩ‰. " ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ -`, ʏáĩ’áĩ˜'áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ Ę°áĩ˜Ęģáĩ—? ÉĒĘģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ—. áī›Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩáĩƒáĩáĩ‰ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰Ęģ. áī€ áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ËĒáĩ— áĩĘģáĩ’Ę·ËĒ ËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰Ęģ áĩƒáķ áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ ⁹áĩ—'ËĒ áĩ‡Ęģáĩ˜âŋáĩ— áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩƒáĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰ ⁹áĩ— âŋáĩ˜Ęģáĩ—áĩ˜Ęģáĩ‰ËĒ ⁹áĩ—ËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ  áķ Ęģáĩ’áĩ ⁹áĩ— Ęģáĩ‰áĩâŋáĩƒâŋáĩ—ËĒ. Éīáĩ’ áĩĘģáĩ’Ę·áĩ—Ę° Ę°áĩƒáĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰âŋËĒ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę°áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ— ËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ˜áĩáĩËĄáĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę°áĩƒĘģáĩˆËĒʰ⁹áĩ–. ÉŠáķ  Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ Ę°áĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰âŋ'áĩ— áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áĩ—Ę°Ęģáĩ’áĩ˜áĩĘ° ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— ËĒĘ°áĩƒáĩ—áĩ—áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰áĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ ËĒáĩ’áĩ˜ËĄ Ęļáĩ‰áĩ—, Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ʷ⁹˥˥. áī…áĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áĩˆáĩ‰ËĄáĩƒĘļ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ–áĩƒâąâŋ áĩ‡Ęļ áĩƒáĩ›áĩ’⁹áĩˆâąâŋáĩ Ęģ⁹ËĒáĩËĒ. áī›Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩ’áĩ’âŋáĩ‰Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰ËĄ ⁹áĩ—, áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩ—Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩáĩ‰Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ‰. ꒱ ↷🖇ðŸĨ› ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ ˗ˏ✎*āģƒËš :email: :; ʟáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩƒĘģáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜. áīĄáĩ‰ áĩƒËĄËĄ âŋáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩˆ ËĄáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰. áī›Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ËĒ Ę·Ę°áĩ’ âŋáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩˆ ⁹áĩ— áĩáĩ’ËĒáĩ— áĩƒĘģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ËĒ Ę·Ę°áĩ’ áĩ‰ËĢáĩ–Ęģáĩ‰ËĒËĒ ⁹áĩ— ËĄáĩ‰áĩƒËĒáĩ—. sáĩ’ áĩˆáĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áĩ–áĩ˜âŋ⁹ËĒĘ° áĩƒ áĩ–áĩ‰ĘģËĒáĩ’âŋ áķ áĩ’Ęģ áĩ‡áĩ‰âąâŋáĩ áĩ˜âŋáĩâąâŋáĩˆ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ âąËĒĘ° áĩ‡Ęļ áĩ—áĩƒáĩâąâŋáĩ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩâąâŋáĩˆâŋáĩ‰ËĒËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ ËĄáĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰ áĩƒĘ·áĩƒĘļ. ÉŠáĩ—'ËĒ Ę·Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰Ęļ âŋáĩ‰áĩ‰áĩˆ. áīĄâąËĄËĄ áĩ—áĩƒáĩâąâŋáĩ ⁹áĩ— áĩƒĘ·áĩƒĘļ Ę°áĩ‰ËĄáĩ– áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰áĩ? Éīáĩ’. ÉŠáĩ— áĩˆáĩ’áĩ‰ËĒâŋ'áĩ— áĩáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜'Ęģáĩ‰ âŋáĩƒâąáĩ›áĩ‰. sáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ’âŋáĩ‰'ËĒ áĩƒáĩ‡âąËĄâąáĩ—Ęļ áĩ’Ęģ ⁹âŋáĩƒáĩ‡âąËĄâąáĩ—Ęļ áĩ—áĩ’ Ęģáĩ‰áķœâąáĩ–Ęģáĩ’áķœáĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰ áĩáĩ’áĩ’áĩˆâŋáĩ‰ËĒËĒ ⁹ËĒ áĩƒ Ęģáĩ‰áķ ËĄáĩ‰áķœáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋ áĩ’áķ  áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰áĩ. Éīáĩ’áĩ— Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜. ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ āž˜â™Ą áī…áĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰ËĄ áĩ‡áĩƒáĩˆ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ—⁹âŋáĩ áĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩƒĘģ⁹áĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ–Ęģáĩ’áĩ—áĩ‰áķœáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ›áĩƒËĄáĩ˜áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ Ę°áĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ ʷ⁹áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋ. Éīáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ—ĘģáĩƒĘļ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ  áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ–ËĄáĩ‰áĩƒËĒáĩ‰ ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‰ËĄËĒáĩ‰. Éīáĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ. áī›Ę°áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰'ËĒ áĩƒ áĩˆâąáķ áķ áĩ‰Ęģáĩ‰âŋáķœáĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áĩ—Ę·áĩ‰áĩ‰âŋ áķœáĩ’áĩáĩ–Ęģáĩ’áĩâąËĒáĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩ–áĩ˜áĩ—áĩ—⁹âŋáĩ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ  áĩˆáĩ’Ę·âŋ. áī…áĩ’âŋ'áĩ— ËĒáĩƒĘļ âŋáĩ’ áĩ—áĩ’ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ  áĩ‡Ęļ ËĒáĩƒĘļ⁹âŋáĩ Ęļáĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‰ËĄËĒáĩ‰. ÉŠáķ  ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩáĩ‰áĩ—ËĒ áĩ˜áĩ–ËĒáĩ‰áĩ— áĩ’áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ ËĒáĩ‰áĩ—áĩ—⁹âŋáĩ áĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩƒĘģĘļ, áĩ—Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩˆáĩ’áĩ‰ËĒâŋ'áĩ— áĩáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ‡áĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆáĩƒĘģĘļ ⁹ËĒ Ę·Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩ. áī›Ę°áĩ‰Ęļ'Ęģáĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·Ęģáĩ’âŋáĩ áĩ–áĩ‰ĘģËĒáĩ’âŋ áķ áĩ’Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜. â‹†ï―ĄËšâ€ ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ _ _ áīĘ·âŋ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ. áīĄáĩ‰ áĩ‰áĩƒáķœĘ° Ę°áĩƒáĩ›áĩ‰ áĩƒ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ. áīŠáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áĩ‡áĩ‰áķœáĩƒáĩ˜ËĒáĩ‰ ËĒáĩ’áĩáĩ‰áĩ’âŋáĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰ËĄâąáĩ—áĩ—ËĄáĩ‰ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ–áĩƒâąâŋ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩƒĘļËĒ ⁹áĩ—'ËĒ ⁹˥˥áĩ‰áĩâąáĩ—⁹áĩáĩƒáĩ—áĩ‰, ⁹áĩ— áĩˆáĩ’áĩ‰ËĒâŋ'áĩ— áĩáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ ⁹áĩ—'ËĒ áĩ—Ęģáĩ˜áĩ‰. ʙáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ’Ę·âŋ Ęēáĩ˜áĩˆáĩáĩ‰ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩƒËĄËĄáĩ’Ę· áĩ’áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ĘģËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ›áĩ‰Ęģáĩˆâąáķœáĩ—. ÉŠáĩ—'ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ ˥⁹áķ áĩ‰ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ ˥⁹áķ áĩ‰ áĩƒËĄáĩ’âŋáĩ‰. áī›áĩƒáĩáĩ‰ áĩ’Ę·âŋáĩ‰ĘģËĒʰ⁹áĩ–. áīœâŋáĩˆáĩ‰ĘģËĒáĩ—áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ–áĩƒâąâŋ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ Ę·Ę°Ęļ ⁹áĩ— Ę°áĩƒáĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰âŋáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ’Ęģ áķœáĩ’âŋáĩ—⁹âŋáĩ˜áĩ‰ËĒ áĩ—áĩ’ Ę°áĩƒáĩ–áĩ–áĩ‰âŋ. áī›Ę°áĩƒáĩ— áĩƒĘ·áĩƒĘģáĩ‰âŋáĩ‰ËĒËĒ áĩƒËĄËĄáĩ’Ę·ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩáĩƒËĒáĩ—áĩ‰Ęģ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . āž‰â€§â‚ŠËšâœ§ ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ ꒰ :vhs: ꒱°⁹ ⁀➷ ʟⁱËĒáĩ—áĩ‰âŋ. áī›áĩ’ áĩ‰áĩ›áĩ‰ĘģĘļáĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩ áĩƒĘģáĩ’áĩ˜âŋáĩˆ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜. Éīáĩ’áĩ— Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— Ę·áĩ’ĘģáĩˆËĒ. Éīáĩ’áĩ— Ęēáĩ˜ËĒáĩ— áķ Ęģ⁹áĩ‰âŋáĩˆËĒ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áķ áĩƒáĩâąËĄĘļ. ʟⁱËĒáĩ—áĩ‰âŋ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ę·áĩ’ĘģËĄáĩˆ. áīáĩ‡ËĒáĩ‰Ęģáĩ›áĩ‰. áīĄáĩ’âŋáĩˆáĩ‰Ęģ. áī€ËĄËĄáĩ’Ę· Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩâąâŋáĩˆ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒáĩƒâąËĄ ⁹âŋ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ’áķœáĩ‰áĩƒâŋ áĩ’áķ  áķœáĩ˜Ęģ⁹áĩ’ËĒ⁹áĩ—Ęļ áĩƒâŋáĩˆ áĩáĩƒĘģáĩ›áĩ‰ËĄ áĩƒáĩ— áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ ËĒ⁹áĩáĩ–ËĄáĩ‰ËĒáĩ— áĩ—ʰ⁹âŋáĩËĒ. áī›Ę°áĩƒáĩ— Ę°áĩ˜áĩáĩ‡ËĄáĩ‰ËĒ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜. ┄─━ āŋ… āžŧ âœĢ āžš āŋ… ━─┄ ÛŦۊ❁ۊۊā―īā―ŧ┊áī…áĩ’âŋ'áĩ— áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰ËĄ áĩƒËĒĘ°áĩƒáĩáĩ‰áĩˆ áĩ’áķ  Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ‰áĩáĩ’áĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋËĒ. áī„ĘģĘļ Ę·Ę°áĩ‰âŋ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áķ áĩ‰áĩ‰ËĄ áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ áĩ˜Ęģáĩáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ áķœĘģĘļ. ʟáĩƒáĩ˜áĩĘ° áĩ’áķ áĩ—áĩ‰âŋ. áī‡áĩƒáĩ— Ę·áĩ‰ËĄËĄ. ʀáĩ‰ËĒáĩ— Ę·áĩ‰ËĄËĄ. áīĄáĩ’Ęģáĩ Ę°áĩƒĘģáĩˆ áĩ‡áĩ˜áĩ— áĩ—áĩƒáĩáĩ‰ áĩƒ áĩ‡Ęģáĩ‰áĩƒáĩ áĩ‡áĩ‰áķ áĩ’Ęģáĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩ‡áĩ˜Ęģâŋ áĩ’áĩ˜áĩ—. ʙáĩ‰ ⁹âŋáĩ—áĩ‰âŋáĩ—⁹áĩ’âŋáĩƒËĄ ʷ⁹áĩ—Ę° áĩ—Ę°áĩ‰ Ęģáĩ‰ËĒáĩ— Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ áĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜ĘģËĒáĩ‰ËĄáķ . ÉŠáĩ—'ËĒ áĩ’áĩáĩƒĘļ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩâąáĩ›áĩ‰ Ęļáĩ’áĩ˜Ęģ áĩ‡áĩ’áĩˆĘļ áĩ—⁹áĩáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ Ęģáĩ‰áķœĘ°áĩƒĘģáĩáĩ‰. ˎˊ˗ āđ‘Ûžāđ‘,ÂļÂļ,ÃļÂĪš°`°āđ‘ÛĐ - āđ‘ÛĐ ,ÂļÂļ,ÃļÂĪš°`°āđ‘Ûžāđ‘
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𝓛ð“Ūð“― ð“―ð“ąð“Ūð“ķ ð“īð“Ūð“Ūð“đ ð”€ð“ąð“Šð“― ð“―ð“ąð“Ū𝔂 ð“―ð“ļð“ļð“ī ð“Ŋð“ŧð“ļð“ķ 𝔂ð“ļð“ū Author's 𓂀𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍ð–ĢēĖļ☘♕ :zap: 09/23/21 ð™ļ𝚏 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎ðšĒ 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊ðšĒ, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝. ð™ļ𝚏 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎ðšĒ 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊ðšĒ, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. ð™ļ𝚏 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚊ðšĒ𝚜, 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ðšĒ𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ð™ģ𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. ð™ģ𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊ðšĒ "ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎". 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. ð™ŧ𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎ðšĒ 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎ðšĒ 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. ð™ļ𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊ðšĒ. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? ð™ī𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎ðšĒ 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 ðšĒ𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, ðšĒ𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.
Date: 15/12/22 Autistic qualities such as differences in how we understand what our body is feeling (interoception), our experience of pain (hypo/ hyper sensitivity) and difficulties in noticing and identifying how we feel (alexithymia) Nurse practitioners and doctors may have a limited understanding of the unique and significant ways in which autism and its associated issues impact a patient’s experience of a given medical procedure. This means that the particular supports that might help to alleviate discomfort could be lacking. We might encounter resistance to our own attempts to self- regulate and take care of our sensory and emotional needs during the appointment. We may even experience medical gas lighting or invalidation when attempting to express our experience or request much needed accommodations ( we know that this happens at higher rates amongst female presenting people, people of colour and those with additional learning disabilities in our community). For those of us with a history of these types of experiences, just being in a medical environment could feel threatening and unsafe. * Autistic person with a particular set of qualities and traits, this is not a prediction of what others might encounter or an attempt to generalise my own experience to the broader community. Date: 15/12/22
‹ ❝ Ęļáĩ’áķļ áĩˆáĩ’áķ°â€™áĩ— áĩáķ°áĩ’Ę· Ę·áĩļáĩƒáĩ— áķĨáĩ—’ËĒ áķŦáķĨáĩáĩ‰ áĩ—áĩ’ áĩ‡áĩ‰ áĩƒ áķŦáĩ’ËĒáĩ‰Ęģâ€Ķ ❞ â€đ
It was my fault By Reddit user three_in_the_morning ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ËĒáķœĘģáĩ’ËĄËĄ áķ áĩ’Ęģ ËĒáĩ—áĩ’ĘģĘļ↓ Josh and I were seniors in high school, who wanted to become math majors. He was more into solving difficult puzzles, I was more into making the solutions more faster and clean. Nonetheless, we were both teenage boys who enjoyed messing around with one another On his birthday his sister gave him a 10 x 10 x 10 Rubik's cube. His parents gave him a car: an old mustang his father had just finished tuning up the week prior. I gave him a book about the history of math. Throughout the next couple of weeks I noticed him changing. He started to talk less and less. He started to grow more thin and more tired.At lunch, his hands would just fidget under the lunch table. He spent most of his days either at home or at the library. After a three month absence from school, it was announced that he had an eating disorder and starved himself to death. we had an assembly for him in the gym. When it was his sister's turn to speak she started off by saying nice things about him before breaking down and blubbering about how it was her fault he was dead. He never had an eating disorder. He spent all his time on trying to solve the Rubik's cube she gave him for his birthday. That is when I remembered. This one time, he had went to the washroom and left the Rubik's cube on his desk. I thought it would be funny if I rearranged the stickers on it.
‘Yáīáīœ ʙʟáī€sáī›áī‡áī… ʙáī€Ę€Éīáī€áī„ĘŸáī‡ ʜáī‡áī€áī…!’
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "StÃĢbbing." Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went. The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered. Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops. My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying. One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?" I did. Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school. The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water. Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me: "He wasâ€Ķmy partnerâ€Ķmy soulmate." While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room. "Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?" She hesitated. "Honey, you know you can talk to me." She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy." My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant. Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said. My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cÃŧrsÊd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvÄąl child— I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lÄŊfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter. My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked. He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her houseâ€Ķher house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape." That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?" The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 hr. ago AnonymousNeverKnown ↓ I chuckled to myself, changing the 'is" to "was" on celebrities' wikipedia pages when they weren't dead. Imagine my horror when I saw breaking news about a plane crash, killing those very celebrities.
r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago myymyy Rollercoaster "Mooooom, I don't like it. I want to get off!" I was a bit surprised. He had always been so brave. I was way more afraid than him when we got on. I never liked to be so high up from the ground. "This will be so much fun!", he had said when we were parking the car. I had kinda hoped he would be strong for both of us. "Oh honey, I'm sorry but we can't get off now, the ride has already started. But remember the small rollercoaster, in the park we went to when you were little? With the funny clown? This is just like that, only bigger. And remember how AWESOME it was?" My son looked at me with watery eyes. He had been so excited about this. I tried to swallow my own nervousness and keep talking to calm him down. My voice was shaking a bit, but I managed to put on a smile. "It's okay, it's okay. You might feel a bit funny in your stomach. It's because of the speed and the changes in the force that pushes you. It's normal! Listen, do you hear? Other people are scared too." He looked at me with his kind, blue eyes and nodded. Just barely. I wanted to hug him, but my back was pressing to the seat so heavily I couldn't move enough. So was his. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sun over my sons head. The sky was so bright. I tried to ignore the metallic clanging sound and people screaming somewhere that seemed to be so far away. Oh, how I missed the ground. Then I felt a big drop on my stomach. We were going faster and faster. My son started sobbing and I tightened my grib on his hand. I thought that he would become such a handsome man someday. He would end up having a good life, and marry a nice girl - or a guy, who knows? I didn't care as long as he was happy. That's all I wanted. For him to be happy and not scared. "Hey, you know what? Close your eyes. This will be over soon. I'm here. I'm not letting go." Someone behind us started to scream. I felt my blood run cold. I tried to keep my focus on the one thing that mattered: my sons hand and my calm voice that kept telling him that it was all going to be okay. Oh, he would become such a handsome man someday. But at this moment he was just a 6 year old boy on his first flight, going to surprise his grandparents all the way across the country. And the last thing I saw before I closed my own eyes, was the second engine on fire...
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âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠟â ŧ⠛⠉âĢ€âĢ€âĢĪâĢĨâĢĪâĢĪâĢ„âĢ€â €âĄ€â  â °âĄū⠁⡀âĒ€âĢ°âĄŋâ ŋâĒŋâĢŸâĢ›âĢŋâĢ―âĢ·âĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢķâĢžâĢŋ⠛⡰âĒˆâĒŋâĢ§âĄâĒ„â Šâ ―âĢķâĒĪâĢ‚âĢĪâĢĩâĢķâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ ⠉⠉⡙⡛⠛⠛⠛⠛â ŧâĢŋ⠏âĢ‚âĒ‘âĢ„âĄĢ⠘âĢŋ⡇âĢĶ⡉⠔⠊âĢ·âĢūâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ â Ē⡑âĒ â ƒâĒŒâĄ’âĒĻâĒ†âĄūâĒĄâĢūâĢ°âĢŋâĒŸâĢŋ⡖âĢŋâĢ·â đâĢŋ⠈â Ĩ⥐âĢŋ⡛âĢ­âĒŧ⡝âĄŧ⡛⡝âĢŧâĢ›â ŋâĄŋâĒŋâĄŋâĢŋâĄŋâ ŋâĒŋâĢŋâ ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ ⠄⡁â Ē⠌⠐â ĻâĒĐâĢūâĢ‘âĒšâĒĐâĢŋâĢâ īâĒâĢēâĢŋ⡇âĒĢâ  âĒ‰â °â °âĢŋ⡟âĢēâĒģ⡞âĒģâ ŧâĢĩâĢģâĒŪâĢ™âĢķâĢ·âĄūâĒŋâĢ›âĄŋâĢģâĢžâĄŧâĢâ ŧâ ŋâĢžâĢœâĒ†âĄ“âĒŽâ †âĄ­âĒĐâ ­âĒ­âĄđâĢ™âĢ›âĢ›âĄŸâĢŧâĒ›âĢŸâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĒŋâ ŋâĄŋâ ŋâ ŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ âĢ–â €â âĄˆâ ąâĒ€â ŧâĢâ ŒâĢŋ⥠âĒŧâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâ ŋ⠋âĢĪ⥧âĒ‚â …â Ē⡙âĢūâĢ§â ‡âĢ‡âĒģâĒ‹âĒ·âĒĪ⡙âĢŪâĢŋâĢŧ⡞âĢ―âĢâĒ·âĄđâĒ†âĢâĄ’âĄŒâ ģ⡑âĄĒâĒŽâĒŧâĢŽâĄģâĢļ⠔âĢŦâĒœâĄŪ⥹âĒâĄķâĢ§âĒū⥰âĒâĢžâĄŧâĒŽâĢâĒģ⡛⡖âĢâ ŧ⡾⡜âĢĶâĒŧâĢķâĒ’⥖âĒĶâĢâĢâĢŦâĒ­âĄ™âĢ›âĢ›âĢŧâĢ›âĄ›âĢŸâ ŧ⡟âĄŋâĒŋâ ŋâĄŋâĢŋâĄŋâĒŋâĄŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ ⠙âĒģâĢĪâĄķâĒķâĢĶâĢļâĢŋ⡐⠛⠗⡠⠂⠔⡠âĒŠâĒâ ›âĢâ ƒâĄŒâ ĄâĢķâĄŋâĢŋâĒŧâĢ„âĢ‹âĄ”â ŠâĒ†âĢąâĄžâĒŋâĒĢâĢâ ģâĢžâĢĢâ ŋâĢĄâ ŽâĢąâ Ļ⠑âĄĪâĒ‘â ĻâĒļâĢŋ⡆âĒĢ⠚⡔⠎âĄīâĢ‹âĒŽâĢģ⡙âĢĶâĢâĢūâĒŸâĄ™âĒķ⡊âĄĩâĒŦ⡜âĢŽâ ģâĢąâĄ™âĢĶâĢ‹âĄ―âĒŧâĄŧâĢ·âĢžâ ķâĢĄâĄ§âĒŊ⥹âĢ‡âĄĩâĢŠâĄ―⡰⡛⡾âĢąâĢ‹âĒģ⡙âĄķâĢđâĒģâĒžâĄ°âĄ–âĢēâĢ­âĄūâĢŋâ ŧâĢâĒŊâĄđâĢđâĒŧâĢŸâĢŦâĒ™âĄŧâĒ›âĢ›âĒ›âĄ›â ŋâ ŋâ ŋâ ŋâ ŋâ ŋâ ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ âĒ âĄŋâĢ›âĒŋâĢĻâĢŋâ ­âĢ―âĢŋ⡌⠂⡅â ŋâĄŋâĒ—â Ē⠌âĒ’â  âĄ˜âĢ âĢ·âĄŋâĢąâĢˆâĢēâĄŋâĢĐâĢ·â ·âĢŊ⥥âĒ€â ˆâ ·âĄŒâĄ—⥅⠷âĒˆâ Ąâ âĒ âĒ‚â ‘â °â ˆâĒ„â ƒâĄ™âĒķâĢ•âĢŒâ ĄâĒ‹â âĢ§âĒšâĒ°âĢŋ⡛âĒ­âĄƒâĒŪâĢ‰â ĶâĒŦâĒ”âĒĢ⡙âĒĶ⡓âĢąâ ļ⥰âĒąâ ŠâĢ•âĄąâĒâĢŧâĢ§â đâ žâĢ­â ģâĢ—⥚âĢąâĒĢâ ·âĢ‰âĄķâĢąâ ŠâĄĩ⡙âĄīâĢ‰âĒâĄķâĒąâĢ‹âĢūâĢ§âĢ“âĒ§âĄŧâĢœâĄēâĒģâĄĨâĒŽâ ­âĄŸâĢģâĒūâĢĨ⡙âĒĶâĢ‰â –âĄļâĢâ ąâĢŠâĢĩ⡟âĢ›âĒâĢ•âĒēâĒēâĢ’âĢâ ŧâĒŊâĢ­âĢĐ⡏⡭âĢâĢŋâĢŧ ⠀âĢĩâĄŦâĒžâĄ·âĢūâĒ­âĢŧ⡍â ŧâĒ§âĢ°â ĄâĒŒâ ĄâĒ’âĄˆâĒĶâĢąâĢķâĄŋâĒŦ⠎â ļâĢ·âĢâĒ·âĄŸâĢ§âĒđâĢŽâĢ·â €â ˆâ  â „⥐⠉⠂⠂⥀⠥⠀âĒâ ˆâĄâ ˜âĒ€â âĄ âĒâĢˆâĢ―âĢŸâĒŧâĢŋâĢīâĢŽâĄŋâĒƒâĄâĄĪ⡙⠆⡮⡘âĒĨ⠚â ī⥘âĒĪ⠓âĄĨ⠋⡕âĢ‹â –âĄī⠘âĢŒâ ’â ―â ·âĢ―âĄĒâĒâĄĪ⡓⡭âĒŒâĄģâĒĨâĒĢ⡕âĒ§â “⡍âĄķâĢĐâĢķâĢŽâĢĨâ ŋâĢŸâĒ–âĄŦâĒķ⥹âĒĢâĢđâ ĢâĢ—âĒŦ⡜âĢģ⥹âĒŽâĢđâĢ§â ģ⡜âĢŽâ ąâĢŒâĒģâĢžâĄŋâ īâĢđâĢ˜âĒŽâĄŪâĢ•â ŠâĄœâĢđ⥘âĒĶâĢ›âĒŋâĢ·âĢŧâĒķâĢŧ ⡖⠙⠧âĢŋâĢžâĒđ⡟âĢŸâ ƒâ  â €â ‰â ›â šâ ē⠖⠹⠟⠋⠁â Ĩ⠀⠀âĒ€âĢŋâĒ§âĢšâ đâĢŋâĄģâĒžâĄ‡â âĒ€â âĄˆâ ī⠀⠈⠐⠀⠄⡌⠀⠂⠠⠀⠀âĒ‚⠐⠈âĒŋâĢŒâĒŋ⡟âĢ§âĒŽâĢ―⠇⠡âĒ‚â ĢâĒ™â ’⥐⠥âĒ†âĄ‰âĒē⠈⠆âĒ‡âĒĄâ ™âĄ°âĒĄâ šâĄ°â âĄœâĄĐ⠒⡮âĒļâĢ·â Žâ „⥑âĒˆâĢĶâĢžâĄŋâĢģâĢžâĄŒâĒĢ⠘âĢĩ⡟âĒ§âĄĢâĒ­âĒ“âĄļ⡌⡑âĢ‡âĒšâĄąâĒĢâĒ“âĒŪâĒĄâĢ“âĒ§âĄ™âĢŪ⠘⥷âĢ·âĢŽâĒķâĢĩ⡞⡛⠭âĢœâ ĢâĒ—âĢŠâĒ§â ģâĢâ ·âĢšâĢĪâĄđâĒĶâĢâĒšâĢâĢŸâĒŊâĢŸ ⠀⠐⠀⠀⠉⠉âĒ€â ‰âĒ·âĢ€â €â Ļ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠈⠀⠀⠀âĒ€â âĒžâĄū⠋â ŧâĢĩâĢžâ Ÿâ ŧâĢĪ⡈⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠰⠀âĒđâĢŊâĢūâĒ›âĒŋâĢžâĄŋ⠀⠘âĒ€â ’â ˆâĄ„â †âĄâĒ‚â ŒâĄ…â ļ⠈âĒŒâ  âĒƒâ ąâĄˆâ –⥹âĒ˜â °âĄĄâĒ™â Ē⠍âĢŋâĢĶ⠘âĒĻâĢŋâĢŋâĢ―âĒ·âĄŋâĢ­âĢŋâĢĶâĄ―â ›âĢâĒĒâĒąâĒŠâĄŽâĢąâĒŒâĄ‹âĄīâĒ‚⥙âĒ‡âĒâĒēâĒĢâĒąâĒŠâ ąâĄŽâĢĩâĢŊâĒŧâĢ§âĢŋâĢâĢŋâĢâ ’âĢŒâ ŧâ žâĢœâĄĒâĒâĄĢâĒŊâĢĢâ ģâĢâĒēâĢ­âĒ›âĢžâĢŧâĒŋâĢŪ ⠀⠄⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠓âĒĶ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠂âĒ€âĢ âĢŋâĢ§âĢīâĢĪâĢĪâĢĪâĢīâĢĪâĢŽâĢ·âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĄ€â €â €â €â €â €â ˆâ €â €â €âĒ€âĄū⠋⠙â ū⠞⠉âĒģ⡄⠀⠀⠀⡡⠐⠠⠃âĢĄâ ˜âĄ â …â ĻâĒ â ˆâ °âĒ€â ƒâĄœâĒ€â ĢâĒ‘âĄ˜âĒĒ⠑⠮⡐âĒ™â ŋâĢŽâĢŋâĢ’âĢŋâĢžâĢŋâĢžâĢŋ⠇âĒ â ‹âĄ”âĒ†â ŽâĒĶâ ąâĒŽâ ēâĒĨâĒĢâĒđ⡌âĒ†â ŽâĒ§âĄĄâĒŽâĒĢ⡑âĒģâĄļâĢŋâĄūâĢŋâĒžâĢŊâĒŋ⡏⡜â Ļ⡜âĒ–⥠⠛âĒķ⥹âĢ‚â ·âĄđâĢŒâ ģâĒŽâĒŊ⡎âĢĩâĢŧâĢŋ âĒ€â ˆâ €â ‚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠧âĢ„⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒļâĢŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢķ⡇âĒ€âĢļ⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀âĒŋâĢ„âĄ€â €â €â ˆâ  â â  â â ’â ˆâĄâĄ‚âĒĄâ ˆâ ĪâĒƒâ ĪâĒĐ⠘⡄⡊â ĪâĒâĄ˜âĒ„âĢâĢ‚âĢĩ⠂â Ŋâ ŧâĢžâĄū⠉⡅âĒšâ ˜âĄŒâ œâĄĻâĒŠâ œâĄąâĒŒâĄ…âĒ‚⠎⥔âĒŽâ ļ⥈â īâĢâ ŽâĒšâĒˆâ §âĢ°âĄŋ⡞âĢŊâĢŸâĢŋ⡟âĒĢ⠘⥥âĒŒâĄƒâ žâ ģ⡌âĒĩâ ŦâĒžâĢ‘â ŪâĢ™â ŪâĢŒâĄ“âĢŧâĢŋâĢŋ ⠁⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈âĢ·â €â €â €â €â €â ļâĢŋâĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡗⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠âĒˆâ ‰âĒŧâĒķ⥁âĒ€â ˆâ €â „âĒâ €â âĄ€â â Œâ €â ƒâ ˜â  âĒâĄ‡âĢĄâĢĢâĄķâ ū⠖⡛âĒĐ⠄⡘âĒ âĢ·âĢŋâĢŋâĢķâĢūâĢķâĢķâĢūâĢūâĢ·âĢūâĢžâĢĪâĢ§âĢŽâĢĶâĢīâĢŽâĢĶâĢĨâĢ•âĢĒâĢžâĢˆâĢū⠈⠞âĢžâĄŋâĒąâĄšâĢ­â â ģâĢĶâĢ•âĄĻ⠆⡅âĒâĄģâĒđâĒ‚⡏âĄēâĒĪâĒĢâĒĨâĢŠâĢīâĄđâĢ†âĢŋâĢŋ ⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĄ€â €â €â €â €â ›â §âĢ€â €âĒ€â €â €âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋâĄŋ⠟âĢŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒļâĢ·â â â €âĒ€âĢ€âĢ°âĄ€â €âĄ€â „â €âĢ€âĢ€âĢ„âĢĶâĄķ⠞⡭⠁⡆⠱⠈⠡⡐⠁âĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĒ‰âĢžâ ŧâĄĻâĒĨâĒ‹â –âĄâĄâ  â ˜â ŧâĢ–âĢŒâĒĒ⠙âĢĶ⥋⠷âĢĨâ ĢâĒâ †âĒ·âĒĻâĢŋ⥹âĢâĄ― ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢīâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ›âĄ†â €âĢ âĄķâ ŋâĢŋ⡉âĢŋâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĒŧâĄ―âĢ·âĢŊâĢĪâĢâĄŧâĒŋâĢŋâĢģâĒŊâĄŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛â ĶâĢūâĒŦâĢŋâĄđâĒŋâĢēâĢĪâĄī⠛â ĐâĒĄâ €â †â Ē⠜âĒ â ‘âĒĪâĒâ ĢâĒâĒĄâ ‚âĢ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŧ⡟âĢŋâĢŧâĒŋâĄŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋâĒŋâĄŋâĢŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâ ŧâĒĄâ –⥙âĄĶâĢâ šâĢīâĢžâĄūâĢŋâĢ›â ŋâĢŪâĒ†âĄŧâ °âĢâ ģ⡜⡍âĒĶ⠙âĢŽâĄŋâĒ†âĄ—âĢģâĒū ⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĢ€âĢļâĢŋâĢŋâĢ­âĢ·âĢœâĢŋâĢ§â žâĒŧâĢŋâĢĩâĢ›âĢŧâĢâĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊ⡟âĢūâĢŋâĢŸâĢļâĢŊâĢ·âĢŋ⡟⡍âĒŋâĄ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠠⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀âĒ âĢūâĒŋâ ŊâĢ―âĒģâĒŊ⥁⠐âĢˆâ Ąâ âĄ˜âĒ â âĄœâ °â ˜âĄ€âĒ†â ‚⥅⥂⠄âĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⥞âĒ§âĢŧâĢœâĄģâĢâĢūâĢŋâĢŊ⡛â ŋâĢžâĄģâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâ ĄâĢƒâ ŽâĄĨâĒģâĢļâĢ·âĢūâĢŋâĢâĢģâĢŋâĒŧâĢŋâĢĶâĢâ ģâĢŒâ §âĒģâĢ­âĒžâĄŧâĒ™â ĶâĒģ⥘âĢ§âĢ› ⠀âĒ€âĢ â ūâĒŋ⠙âĒŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ§â Ī⠘âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ†âĢĐâĄ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢŦâĢ―âĢ›âĢŋâĢŋâĢŊâĢđâĢŋâĢŋâĢâĒŪâĢ·âĒŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ âĢĪâĢīâĢĪâĢĪâĢ„âĢ€âĢ€âĢĄâĄī⠛⠉â ŋâĢžâĄ―⠛⠋⠀⠑⠀âĒ†â ‘âĢˆâ °â €âĢŒâ ąâĄˆâĄ…âĒŠâĄ°â  âĄâĄ‚âĢ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄ―âĢŦâĢ―âĢŋâĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĒšâĄĩâĢâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠐⥰⥈âĒ”âĢ›âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⥷âĒ§âĄŋâĒƒâĄšâĒ”â ‹âĢœâĒĒ⡑âĒūâĄļ âĢ â â ™â ķâ ŋâĢ‡âĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢū⠟âĒŋâ ŧâĢâ â €âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢģâĢ―âĢšâĄķâĢŧâĢâ ­âĄŧâĢŋâĢūâĄđâĢžâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĢīâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠟⡓âĒēâĢūâĢŋâĢŋ⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙âĢ†â €â €â â ˆâ ŒâĢ°âĢķâĢžâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŸâĢŋâĢ·âĢķâĢ·â ‘⥀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ―â ģâĢ―âĢūâĒŧâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĒŋâĢ§âĄģâĒ‡â ļâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠀⠱âĢ°âĢūâĄŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊ⡟⡔âĒĢ⠘⥎âĒąâĒˆâ Ķ⡑âĒ§âĒŧ âĢŋ⠂âĒķ⡆⠀âĢļâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢķâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡟âĒ§âĢūâĢķ⠙⡆⠀âĢŋâĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ—âĄŊâĢ·âĢŸâĢŋâĢâĢ―⠟âĢ‡âĢŧâĢ·âĒŧâĄ―âĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠇⠀⠀⠀⠙âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡅⠀âĒšâĄŊâĢŋâĢŋ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒū⡇⠠⠐⠀⠠âĒūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊ⡏⠀âĢžâĢŋâĢŋ⡏⡄⡁âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢžâĄŋâĢŧâĢŋâĢŧâĢŸâĢŊâĢģâĢ˜âĢŋ⡗⠊âĢžâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĒ âĢŋ⡏âĢŋâĢ§â  âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊâĢ­âĢ·âĢŋâĢŋâĢâĢ€âĢ˜âĒđâĢūâĢĐâĒžâĄ°âĒĢ⡘⠆âĢâĒģâĒŽ 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âĒ€âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâ ŋâ ŋ⠛⠛⠛⠛â ŧâ ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠟âĒŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢŧâĢŋâĢŋ⡁⠈⠉â ŧ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀â ēâ Ī⠄âĢ€â €âĢ°âĒƒâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡟âĒ âĄŸâ €â ĄâĒ€â ‚⠐⥀⠂âĒ„âĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡇âĒąâ €âĢ‡â ŧâĢ§âĢŽâ ģ⡌âĢ— ⠉âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡟⠛⠛â ŧâĒŋâĄŋ⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛â ŧâ ŋâĒŋâĢŋâĄŋâ ŋ⡟⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙â ŋâĒĪâĢļâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĄŋâĢŋâĢŸâĢŸâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⥷âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĄ–⠀⠀âĒ€âĄ€â €â €â €â €â €â €â €âĒđ⠃âĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡟âĒ â â €âĢŒâĢâĢ„⠠⠁⥐âĒĻâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡏â ĶâĢ™âĄ„âĄĢâĢâĢŧâĢ—âĢ­âĢķ ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢ„âĄ€â €â €â ˜â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â ‰â ‰â â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â ˆâ ™âĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ§âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĄŋâĒŧâ ŋ⠛âĢâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢūâĢŋâĢ·â €â €â €âĒģ⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘âĒ‡âĄ˜â ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠏âĢ°â â €âĄŸâĢĐâĄŋâĢšâĒĶ⥐âĢ°â ‹â ™âĒŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢ˜âĢĪâ ĐâĒ”â šâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋ ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡟⠀⠀⠀âĒ€â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €âĢī⠏âĒĒâĄĶ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀â đâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋ⠀⡇⡏âĒ âĄūâĒļâĢžâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ†â €â €â €â ‘âĢ„⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĢ€âĄ―âĒĶâĢ‰â ŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠋âĢī⠃⠠⠈⠷â ŋâĒ―âĢŠâĢ―âĢŋâĢģâ Ī⠒⠚⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠉âĒ™âĢŋâĢūâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢū ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâ ŋ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠘⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒļ⡇âĄļ⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡀âĢ‡âĒĢ⡀⠙âĢžâĢ―âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ†â €â €â €â ˆâ ģâĒ„⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈âĢģâĒĪ⡙âĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⠃⥞⠃âĒ€â â ‚âĒ„âĢĒâ ī⠛⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĢ âĄī⠒⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙ ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢ§â €â €â €â ˆâ đ⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ§âĢŋâĢ†â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â ˜âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢūâĢķâĢ―âĄŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ·âĢ„⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙â ĒâĒ„⥀⠀⠠⠎⠀⠀⠉â ēâĢŒâ ›âĒâĄū⠁âĢâĢ âĄžâ žâ ‹â €â €â €â €â €â €â €âĢ€â ī⠚⠁⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ†â €â €â €â €â ˜âĒĶ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈âĒŸâ ›âĢŪâĢģ⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŊâĢŋâĢ―âĢ­âĢ­âĢŊâĢŋâĢŋâĢ­âĢŋâĢŊâĄŋâĢ―â ŋâ ŋâĒŋâĒŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŸâĢŧâĢŧâĢŧâĢŧâĢ›âĢ›âĢŋâĢķâĢ·âĢŋâĢĶâĢĪâĢ€âĄ€â €â €â ‰âĒ‘⠒⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ‘âĢū⠷⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĄ â ”â ‹âĒ€â €â €âĢ°â ƒâ €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â € ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋ⡛⠛⠛⠛âĒĢ⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĒ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ°âĢ’âĢŋâ ū⠛⠒âĒ’âĢŧâ ŋâ ķâ ķâĢ–⠒⠛⠙⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠛â ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĒ€â ‰â ™âĒ›â –⠁âĢ€âĢ€âĄĪâ Ī⠒⠒⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ€âĢ€âĄĪâ ī⠒⠋⠉⠀âĒ€â ī⠋⠀âĄī⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢ§âĢ€âĢ â Īâ ķ⠛⠒⠋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐âĒ‰âĄī⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ€âĢ â Īâ Īâ ķ⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠓⠛⠉⠋⠉⠉⠛⠛â ŧâ ŋâ ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâĢ›âĄŧâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢâ ŋâĢ·âĄŋ⠒⠉⠁â Ķâ ĪâĒĪâĢ€âĄ€â €âĒ€âĢ â Ī⠒⠚⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ â šâ â €âĒ â Žâ €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â € ⠀âĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŋâĄŋâ ŦâĢ…⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀âĢ€âĒ€âĢ€âĢ€âĄĪâ Īâ Īâ Īâ īâ ķâ ķ⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠒⠚⠒⠒⠒⠒⠚⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈âĄŋâ ‰âĄ―âĒ‹â ­âĢ›âĒŋâ ŋâ ŋâĢŋâĢŋâĢŽâĢŸâĄâ €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €âĢī⠋⠀⠀⠀⠒⠒⠒â Ķâ Īâ Īâ ĪâĢŽâ â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â €â € 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local anesthesia (you're awake and may feel pressure but shouldn't feel pain), sedation (you're awake but with lessened consciousness and won't remember much) or general anesthesia (you're completely knocked out and won't remember jack)
SleepÄąng on your side or back will help alleviate neck paÄąn, according to Harvard Health. If you're on your back, you'll want a rounded pillow under your neck for support. If you're on your side, you'll also want a pillow directly under your neck for support so your spine stays neutral. There are a couple of sleeping options if you have ear paÄąn. The Cleveland Clinic advises you to sleep on the opposite side of the ear giving you trouble. You also want to sleep slightly elevated so that you're taking off any of the pressure from your inner ear. If you have a cÃļld or the flu, try sleeping on your back but with your head propped up. This can help keep your sinuses from becoming more congested than they probably are and can help you rest easier. According to Keck Medicine of USC, the best sleeping position for lower back paÄąn is to lie on your back so your spine stays neutral. For lower back paÄąn specifically, it can also help to use a pillow under your knees so that your legs aren't pulling on your spine. For those who wake up in the morning with hip paÄąn or who find their hip paÄąn exacerbated by the way they're sleepÄąng, try sleepÄąng on your back. You can also sleep on the opposite side of the hip that's giving you trouble, the Center for Spine and Orthopedics suggests. You should also put a pillow between your knees to take some pressure off your joints. Back sleepÄąng and side sleepÄąng can both help with knee paÄąn, though back sleepÄąng is generally more recommended. If you're sleepÄąng on your back, the Arthritis Foundation recommends placing pillows under your knees to take any pressure off. If you choose to sleep on your side, place a pillow between your knees. SleepÄąng on your back can help with perÄąods paÄąn. This position, especially with a pillow under your knees, takes the pressure off your stomach and organs, as well as your back — all of which can help ease cramping.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 hr. ago Personal-Tea7226 I stood and looked at myself in the mirror When my reflection mouthed “it’s behind you!”
There is a movie about a murderous car tire named Robert. The entire movie is the tire rolling around, killing people and blowing things up
Horror Confessions @Horror_Fessions "When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a courtyard behind our house."
Episode Transcript: Plankton's Regular (episode starts at the Chum Bucket, where Plankton is grumbling) Karen: What's wrong now? Plankton: Same as always, look. Empty again. Karen: So what are you going to do about it? Plankton: I don't know anymore. (cries) Karen: (fake cries) Why don't you just work on a new recipe? Plankton: What's the point? I haven't had a customer in years! (Nat walks in) Nat: Hello. Plankton: Away with you! Can't you see that I'm self-loathing here? Nat: Sorry, I just wanted a Chum Stick. Plankton: What? Nat: Yes, I'd like one of your Chum Sticks. Plankton: You're kidding right? Nat: No, I'm serious, I want a Chum Stick. Plankton: Uh, okay, if you insist. (hands him a Chum Stick, and Nat eats it) Oh no, please don't sue me. (Nat finishes the whole thing and says: "Mmm-mmm!") I can't believe someone actually enjoys my Chum. (laughs) Nat: Now this was so good. I'm going to have to come back, tomorrow. (hands him a dollar) Here you go. See you in the morning. Plankton: (to Karen) Did you see that? I didn't even have to threaten his lÄąfe! He loves it! Excuse me Karen, but I've gotta whip up some more. (cuts to Plankton running out of the Kitchen with a Chum Stick) Now, I wait. I wait until he returns. (hops up on a stood, and stares out the window) I wait. I wait. I wait. (bored) I wait. (time card appears) French Narrator: 8 hours later... (Plankton is asleep, then the clock wakes him up) Plankton: Huh? Nat? Hello? Huh? What? (sees the clock) Oh, it's closing time. I should have known it was too gooÍ d to be true. Nat: Hey. Plankton: Well hello, Nat. Nat: I came back like I said yesterday. Plankton: You certainly did, didn't you? Nat: I'd like another Chum Stick, please? Plankton: Well, it's your lucky day, Nat. I happen to have a quite delectable one, right here. Nat: Oh, boy! (eats it) Plankton: Is it okay? Nat: (angry) Okay? (happy) It's perfection! (both laugh, and then do a high five) Hey, how about I have another. Plankton: You bet 'ya. (gives Nat another one, and he eats it) Nat: Whoo, boy! I cannot believe how good these things are. Plankton: Oh, well, you know... Nat: All right, see you tomorrow. (hands him another dollar) Plankton: What? You're coming back again? Nat: Oh, you know it! And the day after that, and the next week after that! You've got a regular customer on your hands! (walks out) Plankton: Oh my, this is amazing! At last, I've got my revenue! (laughs evilly. Bubble-wipe to the Krusty Krab, where Mr. Krabs is laughing and singing) Music: Rollin' Rollin' Rollin' Mr. Krabs: Rollin', rollin' rollin'. Money keeps on rollin'. Mr. Krabs: (he is playing bowling with money) One more time! (notices Plankton) No way, Plankton! You're not getting me formula this time, or any time! (throws him on the counter, then gets a spoon, and crashes him) Plankton: Don't bother. There's no need. Mr. Krabs: What are you talking about? Plankton: I'm just saying, I no longer need to copy you, Krabs. I've got my own winning recipe now. Mr. Krabs: (laughs) You're really funny, man! You think you can compete with me? Look Plankton, look at all these loyal customers. Loyal to me, not to you! Nat: (enters) Hey Plankton, can I get another one of your delicious Chum Sticks? Plankton: But of course... loyal customer. (hops out of Mr. Krabs' hands, onto Nat's hand) I'll see you later, loser. Much later! (laughs) Mr. Krabs: Oh no! How can this be? Boy, front and centre! SpongeBob: Yes, sir! Mr. Krabs: Plankton's trying to overthrow me business! He's got a customer that actually likes his food! You've gotta get that guy back on our side, with a couple of Krabby Patties. SpongeBob: Oh, you can count on me sir. (bubble-wipe to Nat walking toward the Chum Bucket) Pardon me, you smart fellow? Down here. (he is laying on the floor, like a mat) Why settle for Plankton's Chum... (holds up a plate with a Krabby Patty in front of Nat) ...when you can enjoy a steaming Krabby Patty, for free? Nat: (sniffs it) No thanks. (opens the door, peeling off SpongeBob's skÄąn) SpongeBob: Barnacles! (bubble-wipe to SpongeBob in a chair) There he is. Just in time for breakfast. (walks down the street, then throes a rock on the ground) Oh, I am such a clumsy oaf. I sure hope nothing happens to this Krabby Patty as I step carefully over this rock here. (deliberately tripÅŦs on the rock) Oh, no! Too late! No! No! (tries to sHOVel the patty in his mÃļuth, but his mÃļuth dodges it) Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Oops. Come on, Nat. Just one accidenta1 bite! I see you're not hungry right now, but I'm telling you, that Krabby Patty will make a great snack later. (Nat's face is messy) Nat: Yeah, do me a favour. (rips off SpongeBob's pans, uses it as a napkin to wipe his messy face, then gives it back) From now on, keep those Shabby Patties to yourself. (walks away) SpongeBob: Oh, fish paste! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket) Plankton: Nat, back all ready? That's the fifth time today. Not that I'm surprised. Karen. babe, get Nat here another plate of that sweet Chum. Karen: Yes, your diminutiveness. (goes in the kitchen) Plankton: Say, Nat, do you have any frÄąends? Nat: Nope. (Plankton sings a little, then laughs) Plankton: Would you hurry up with that Chum, Karen?! SpongeBob: (imitating Karen) Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your tiny pans on Plankton, bleep bloop. (throws a Krabby Patty) There's your Chum, bleep blap blop. Nat: Hey, this doesn't look like Chum. Plankton: A that doesn't look like Karen. (SpongeBob, shaped just like Karen, is shown) SpongeBob: Why don't be ridiculÃļus my husband, bleep blap. Of course it's me. Plankton: What have you done with Karen, you brute?! (cutt1ng to the kitchen, where Karen is taped up) Nat: How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to eat your trash! Plankton's chum is my favourite breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I LOVE CHUM! So forget it! I don't want to eat anything else! (SpongeBob returns to normal, and speaks in his normal voice) SpongeBob: So you're saying that you love Chum? And all that you ever eat, is Chum? Nat: Yeah! That's right! SpongeBob: Interesting. (walks away. Bubble-wipe to Nat walking out of a trailer. He notices a hÃļle with a sign that says "Shortcut 2 Chum Bucket") Nat: A shortcut to the Chum Bucket? Hmm. That must be for me. (goes through the hÃļle, but it leads to the Krusty Krab) SpongeBob and Mr. Krabs: Welcome, valued customer. Nat: This isn't the Chum Bucket. Mr. Krabs: (laughs) Why go to the Chum Bucket, when the Krusty Krab is adding tasty Chum to our menu? Nat: That's okay, I only eat Chum Bucket brand Chum. Mr. Krabs: But we've developed a special recipe for the most discerning Chum lovers. Besides, I locked all the exits until you give it a try. So what do you say? (Nat eats it, then spits it out) You like it? Nat: (brushes the chum off) It's... (vomÄątÄąng fills up his cheeks) Mr. Krabs: Yeah? Nat: It's... (coughs) Mr. Krabs: Well, what do you think? Nat: It's the second foulest thing I've ever tasted! (vomÄątÄąng) I'm going back to Plankton's Chum. (crawls away) Mr. Krabs: What am I going to do? I can't let Plankton have as much as one single customer! (cries) I just can't afford it. SpongeBob: I guess you'll have to make Chum just like Plankton's. Mr. Krabs: But to do that, I'd have to know how Plankton makes his Chum. (his eyes turn into light bulbs) That's it boy-yo! (bubble-wipe to the Chum Bucket at night. Sneaks over, and cuts a hÃļle, allowing him to get in) Where could it be? (notices the safe) There! Plankton's secret formula. (tries to open it) It's gotta be in here (an alarm goes off, and he gets crushed by a giant spoon) Plankton: (laughs) What do you think, Krabs baby? This time I caught you trying to şteal my secret formula! Ironic, isn't it? Mr. Krabs: Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing. You see, crabs are not born with an inkling of irony. Plankton: Ouch, double irony! (SpongeBob picks him up) SpongeBob: Triple irony, Plankton! Though you nabbed Krabs trying to şteal your formula, I'm still here to ruin your evÄąl plans! So it's like a dollop of irony on top of an ironic twist. (Plankton groans) I mean just think about that. (Plankton presses a button on his remote) You know, in a weird way, it's like we never left the... (gets crashed by another giant spoon) Plankton: Good thing I sprang for the dual spoon installation. Karen: Call it a computer's intuition, but I sense your regular approaching, with an unusually large wad of cash. (her screen shows Nat walking to The Chum Bucket with his money) Mr. Krabs: Look at all that loot! Plankton: That's right, Krabs! And you're going to have to keep looking when my customer comes in and pays me for my Chum! Mr. Krabs: D'oh, just put me out of me miserly! (Nat walks in) Plankton: Back for more of my delicious Chum, I see. Nat: Not this time! Plankton and Mr. Krabs: Huh? Nat: (to Karen) Not ever again! The deal's off, computer! I can't eat another bite of that slop, no matter how much you pay me! Plankton: Ha-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-huh? Nat: I have eaten ten of those things, and I've already had to go to the doctor, twice! (passes outĖļ. Two men put him on a medical bed) If you need me, I'll be getting my stomach dump3d... again. (they carry him out) Plankton: What's the deal, Karen? Karen: The deal, was that I paid Nat to eat your Chum, so you'd quit your constant complaining. Plankton: All this time, I never had one regular customer? Karen: Duh. Plankton: I should have known! Why would anyone ever eat my slop? Karen: Uhh, there he goes again. Cut it out, Plankton! Plankton: What? It's just obvious that I'm a complete faÄąlure, and waster of a lower lÄąfe form! Oh, woe is me! (cries) SpongeBob: Quickly, now is the time to make a hasty retreat! Mr. Krabs: What? And miss this? I've never enjoyed meself more! This irony is pretty good stuff! (laughs)
Ask your doctor about numbing cream. Prescription topical creams that contain lidocaine and prilocaine (Emla, Relador, and generic) can cut vaccine pain in half, the University of Toronto's Taddio says, and both children and adults can use these. The creams take anywhere from 20 to 60 minutes to become fully effective, depending on the brand. Taddio suggests bringing cream to the doctor's office and asking the nurse when you first arrive to show you where the shot will be given, so you'll be sure to numb the right area in advance. December 10, 2017
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White-tigress â€Ē 16d ago I recommend calling different doctors, letting them KNOW you have anxiety and you need an appointment with no physical exam. It’s ok to have an appointment like this and if you don’t feel comfortable with the doctor then try a different one. Go To the doctor you end up feeling the most comfortable with and explain your pain issues and get their feedback For a plan for pain management and assurance that if you say STOP at any time during the exam, it all Stops and you either get to Have a break and calm down or get to decide to walk away and not finish. I don’t know if this helps but you have the right to meet with more than one doctor and not have a physical exam and discuss your anxiety and need for pain management and boundaries and why like this.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.
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These may include nitrous oxide (laughing gas) inhaled, an intravenous (IV) line in, oral medications like Valium or Halcion (for anxiety) or a combination, along with anesthesia to numb the pain. Regardless of which type of anesthesia you’re given, you should feel relaxed and pain-free, with limited to no memory of the procedure. If you’re given general anesthesia, you’ll lose consciousness altogether. A surgical team will closely monitor your pulse, respiration, blood pressure, and fluids.
General anaesthesia is a state of controlled unconsciousness. During a general anaesthetic, medicines are used to send you to sleep, so you're unaware of surgery and do not move or feel pain while it's carried out. The anaesthetic should take effect very quickly. You'll start feeling lightheaded, before becoming unconscious within a minute or so. The anaesthetist will stay with you throughout the procedure. They'll make sure you continue to receive the anaesthetic and that you stay in a controlled state of unconsciousness. The anaesthetist will be by your side the whole time you're asleep, carefully monitoring you, and will be there when you wake up. The main differences between sedation and general anaesthesia are: your level of consciousness the need for equipment to help support your breathing possible side effects. With minimal and moderate sedation, you feel comfortable, sleepy and relaxed. You may drift off to sleep at times, but will be easy to wake. With general anaesthesia, you are completely unaware and unconscious during the procedure. Deep sedation is between the two. There are three different levels of intravenous sedation. They are called ‘minimal’, ‘moderate’ (sometimes also called conscious sedation) and ‘deep’ sedation. However, the levels are not precise and depend on how sensitive a patient is to the medication used. After your operation, the anaesthetist will stop the anaesthetic and you'll gradually wake up. General anaesthetics can affect your memory, concentration and reflexes. You may feel hazy or groggy as you come round from the general anaesthetic. The sedation medicine or anaesthetic can make some patients slightly confused and unsteady after their treatment. Importantly, it can affect their judgement so they may not be able to think clearly. It is very common to feel drowsy and less steady on your feet. It is common for sedation to affect your judgement and memory for up to 24 hours.
Apr 25, 2013, 1:45 AM Lol honestly if you were still here I would be lookin towards dating you. You're so sweet and a really good friend and super beautiful. But you're so fat FAR!! I meant far lol
Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 16 hr. ago 2Casca_2Red Jessica curled up on her bed as her mum cautiously waltzed into the room and said, "I understand wanting to fit in... but I just don't want you to feel like you have to change who you are." That night, surrounded by the leering, fanged smiles of her new friends, Jessica slowly exposed her neck and said, "Do it."
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SpongeBob episode ideas (not actual episodes when written) By @alyjaci on April 2024 sandy tells about her lÄąfe's adventures in texas pearl takes a job walking Ms puffs amoeba puppy Matilda Squidward tricks spongebob and Patrick in-to doing his chores SpongeBob grandma invites spongebob to a bingo game pearl volunteers at shady shoals spongebob helps plankton spending time with him when plankton gets Äąnjured much to mr krabs dismay spongebob and Patrick set up a date for mr krabs and Ms puff gary plays with spot at the park The krusty krab hosts a bingo game and the gangs grandparents attend including SpongeBob grandma and squidward grandma and plankton's grandma Sandy helps install a mechanical bull ride at the krusty krab Spongebob and Patrick take plankton to goofy goobers for icecream plankton seeks bubble bass help to ruin the krusty krab out of business Spongebob loyalty to krusty krabs conflicted when plankton's bullied Nosferatu and slappy tried to find a good restaurant to eat pearl wants to sneak out
Episode Transcript: Sleepy Time Mrs. Puff: (takes his licence and tears it up) Not even in your dreams, Mr. SquarePants! SpongeBob: No! (flies through the dream cloud and on SpongeBob’s real bed) Ouch! Where am I? (walks and looks up to his real self) Is that me? Or is this me? Am I still dreaming? Gary: Meow. (snoring) Meow. SpongeBob: (walks up to Gary's dream cloud) This must be Gary's dream. I'm gonna get a closer look. (jumps into the dream cloud and falls to the ground) Whoa! Wow. Look at all these books. I wonder where Gary is. Gary! Huh? (walks up to Gary reading a book) Excuse me, sir. Have you seen...? (Gary turns around) Gary: SpongeBob? SpongeBob: Gary? Gary: How dare you invade the sanctity of my dreams? SpongeBob: Gary! You can talk! Gary: (sighs) In dreams, one is not tethered by earthly limitations. SpongeBob: What does that mean? Gary: Come. For ages, dreams have been thought of as windows to another realm. (picks up a book and reads from it) "Let me not mar that perfect dream by an aurora stain, but so adjust my daily night that it may come again." Emily Dickinson wrote that. SpongeBob: Who? Gary: (flips a few pages) Here's one you might know. (clears throat) There once was a man from Peru who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke with a fright in the middle of the night to find that his dream had come true. SpongeBob: (laughs) Gee Gary, you sure are smart. Gary: Did you think my shell was full of not air? SpongeBob: Well, thanks for the info, Gary. I'm going back to my own dream now. Gary: Beware of your wandering eye, you little poriferan! SpongeBob: (jumps out of Gary's dream cloud and hops up onto his alarm clock to get into his own; sees Patrick's dream cloud outside the window) I wonder what Patrick's dreaming. (Patrick is stuck to the bottom of his rock, sucking his thumb and snoring; SpongeBob runs over) I can't resist! (laughs and jumps in; inside, he opens a door; everything is white, and there is no scenery, just Patrick rocking back and forth on a 25ÂĒ kiddie ride) Hey Patrick! Patrick: Hi SpongeBob. SpongeBob: (walks over) You know Patrick, this is a dream. You can do anything you want. Patrick: Yup. SpongeBob: I mean anything! Watch. I can turn into a skyscraper. (transforms into the shape of a skyscraper) Going up! Eh? (sees that Patrick is unresponsive; looks dull) I can make... a million of me! (changes back to his normal shape and size, this time with a million copies of himself) Eh? Eh? (the clones disappear) Ah, tartar sauce. I'm going to a different dream. (leaves) Patrick: Okay. Bye SpongeBob. (kiddie ride comes to a halt; Patrick reaches into his pocket and pulls out another quarter and goes to put it in the slot, but accidentally drops it and it rolls away) Oh!!! (the quarter falls into a grate) Shoot, that was my last quarter. (sits on the ride with a dull gaze; meanwhile, SpongeBob hops out of the dream cloud and starts to walk down the block; he stops below Squidward's dream cloud) SpongeBob Ooh, this is gonna be good! (sucks in air and floats up into the cloud; inside, Squidward is playing clarinet in front of an applauding crowd; he has a powdered wig on his head) Psst! Squidward! (waving in the audience; Squidward stops playing) Hey, Squidward! Squidward: SpongeBob! (everyone cheers) Squidward: (bows) Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. (a few audience members run up and grab SpongeBob and push Squidward out of the way) What is this instrument that produces such lovely sound? SpongeBob: (turns back to normal and runs away while audience chases him) So long, Squidward! (audience members chase after SpongeBob pushing Squidward into a fruit barrel thing. SpongeBob runs out the door and lands on the top of the tree dome) Hey! I'm at Sandy's! (Sandy sleeping in her tree and SpongeBob jumps in her dream cloud and opens a plane door) Aw, this looks neat! I wonder...(falls out of the plane) Ahh! Sandy: (surfs up on a glide board to SpongeBob) Hey SpongeBob, what brings you here? SpongeBob: Hey Sandy! What's going on? Sandy: (turns upside down) Well, we're free-falling from 114,000 feet, and we're gonna land on that itty-bitty target. (a target is shown on the ground and SpongeBob and Sandy spins around) SpongeBob: This seems kind of dangerous! Sandy: Not as long as you've got a big old parachute! SpongeBob: Okay! (gives her a thumbs-up; both his shoes inflate) Sandy: Not pair of shoes, SpongeBob, parachute! Pearl: Hello, SpongeBob! (sits at a table with a green rabbit and a brown teddy bear, she pours some tea into the bear's cup) SpongeBob: (waves) Oh, Pearl. This is your dream. Pearl: You're just in time for the tea party! SpongeBob: Actually, I was looking for your dad's dream. Pearl: Oh. He's next door. (shakes head in disappointment) Boys don't understand the sophistication of tea parties. Right, Mr. Stuffy? SpongeBob: Bye! (gets out of Pearl's dream and goes over to Mr. Krabs) I bet Mr. Krabs' dream will be more robust. (peeks in the cloud and just floats on his backside in the large ocean until he hits Mr. Krabs boat) Mr. Krabs: (pulls the dollar out of the water and heaves it into the wallet) I did it! (gets excited) I finally did it! SpongeBob: Congratulations, Mr. Krabs. (puts down the wallet and wants to shake hands with Mr. Krabs but when he tries the wallet bounces toward the back of the boat); the wallet bounces away) Mr. Krabs: No, SpongeBob! Don't let it go! SpongeBob: Huh? Mr. Krabs: Get it, SpongeBob! Get it! Get it! Get it! Get it! Get it! (SpongeBob chases after it, but it hops off the back end of the boat) SpongeBob: Hey! Hey! I...! Mr. Krabs: No! (the dollar jumps in the lagoon and swims away) SpongeBob: This'll make a make a great story, eh Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: Oh SpongeBob... SpongeBob: Yes, Mr. Krabs? Mr. Krabs: (throws a rope around him) You're fired! (fires some sort of a plunger inside it to which the rope is attached) SpongeBob: Ahh!!!!!!!! (gets shot out of the dream cloud and into Plankton's dream on a building) Ooh! Must be Plankton's dream. Hey, Plankton's dreaming about Bikini Bottom. Plankton: Zap! (zaps a building near SpongeBob and fish come running out) I see you. (stomps up to another building, twenty times the size of his normal self) Zap! (shoots a green laser out of his eye) Fish: My leg! Plankton: I see you. Zap! SpongeBob: Plankton! (tries to get himself untied from the rope around his ankle) Plankton: I see you...(SpongeBob gets untied and drops to the ground) Zap! (zaps and disintegrates the building that SpongeBob was on then walks to the Krusty Krab) Oh look, it's the Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patty. (steps on it) Crush! (picks up the Krusty Krab sign and starts to kick it while walking away) SpongeBob: This isn't a dream, this is a nightmare! Gary: Meow! SpongeBob: (stops and looks) Gary! Gary! No! Gary: Meow! (Plankton still coming towards Gary making giant step sounds) Plankton: Here kitty, kitty, kitty. SpongeBob: Gary!!! (jumps for Gary) I've got you, Gary! Plankton: Peek-a-boo, here comes my foot! (steps on SpongeBob and Gary) Huh? (lifts his foot from paÄąn) Yow!!! SpongeBob: (looking like a thumbtack) I think he's got the point. (laughs) Plankton: (as Plankton's voice gets higher and higher until he goes back to his normal size) Whoa! (three burnt fish walk up to Plankton looking mad) Well, I guess I've got some explaining to do, huh? (fish on left lifts his foot about to stomp on Plankton) No! No! No! Not the face! (gets stepped on gets squished. Wakes up screaming and his dream cloud pops, making dream SpongeBob fall out and plops on the ground) SpongeBob: Ooh! (SpongeBob walks home into his own dream cloud where his real self is still sleepÄąng) Ah, that was fun and all, but it's good to be back in my own dream cloud. (goes to sleepÄąng) Ah....(wakes up after hearing his friends voices and faces hovering around his head) Squidward: SpongeBob! SpongeBob: Huh? Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Sandy: SpongeBob! Squidward: SpongeBob! Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! SpongeBob: What do you want from me? Leave me alone! (wakes up from Squidward shaking him) No! No, no, no, no! Squidward: SpongeBob! (wakes SpongeBob up) SpongeBob: Ahh!! (friends stand around his bed, except Patrick came late) What are you all doing in your pyjamas? Are we having a slumber party? Squidward: No. We are not having a slumber party! Sandy: Do us all a favour SpongeBob, and stay out of our dreams! (everyone agrees) Patrick: [walks in] Does anyone have a quarter?
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