Prologue/Foreword/Preface/Preamble/Prelude/Informal Intro/Formal Exordium/ Proem/Prolegomenon
01 JAN 2001,
"oh crap," said sam juan stew pat. "the door's locked".
"my gosh you're so right!" replied lance armstronger. "we're stuck here forever. soon doctor eye-lyk-womb-man will send his friends to come finish us of!"
"oh no. his...friends." Sam looked around the study room they were stuck in. there was nothing there but four white walls, four pink words(YOU'RE IN STUDY ROOM), and very, very suspiciously(as very intelligently observed)...a key on the floor.
"i have an idea. we should try and figure out how to unlock the door. i'm sure there's some secret code or magic words to open it."
"don't be silly, stew pat...there's no such thing as magic. Oh, i bet if i tell it a secret it'll let me out. last time i told haylie asslover that i liked to smile at grass at school, and she let me out of the boy's toilet". So Lance walked up to the door and...
"I like women."
"Lance, that's not a secret!"
But suddenly...the door turned to life. literally. there was a mouth and eyes and everything! it was pretty creepy. but cool at the same time. Then the door started to speak...
"I'm sorry. I don't respond to lies".
At that very exact moment, as Sam Juan Stew Pat and Lance Armstronger turned to look at each other they realised one thing...
Lance was gay.
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