The realization washed over is his brain like the cold stare of a leopard seal. Zombie bears from the second dimension had been tailing him for hours. "Think, think!," he squawked to himself as he waddled into the Starbucks. "The lemmings," he thought to himself, "yes, the lemmings." He had forgotten to turn off the power to his 105" plasma big-screen and a surge must have given the lemmings the extra chakra they needed for the zombie bear jutsu to work. "Venti double herring, mocha squid latte," slipped from his beak as his webbed foot nervously slapped the cold tile.
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