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Fun in Fiji

ผู้เขียน: Samantha K. Whyte
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-12-31 06:04:22

“Strip!”

Mavis trembles like a leaf in the face of a very angry Lance, who, for some reason has very red eyes and a nose that seems to flare bigger and bigger as the minute passes.

“What?”

“I asked you to remove all your clothes and get off my plane!”

“But we are over ten thousand feet in the air, do you want me to die?” Mavis asks rhetorically, peering down through the window at the tiny ground below.

Lance bursts into laughter and his head starts to grow, bigger and bigger and bigger until his widely laughing mouth is big enough to swallow all of her head.

“I will have my revengeeeee!”

Mavis snaps awake from the leather chair in cold sweat. She immediately looks at Lance beside her, who spares her nothing more than a disinterested looking glance and back to looking outside the window. She sighs in relief that it was a dream that Lance was interested in biting her head off, at least physically.

She turns to the window and looks down just as the seatbelt sign pops on. Lance looks over
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