All Tale material on this page copyright 2001, Steven Posey. All rights reserved. I remember when I was four.... Oh, what fun days, so many fun days.... One day I played with a metal pecan cracking device. Then I saw something.... A small green army man.... When I was four I was slightly overweight and a little weak. I looked at him. He was holding a machine gun in his muscular little green hands, a stern look on his little green face. I got mad. I thought about how fat and weak I was, and how strong looking he was. So I picked him up, put him in the cracking zone. I pulled the lever, and you could hear a sickening CRUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE END
P.S.: mwahahahahahahahahh * cough cough!*
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