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Today, I engaged in an exhausting journey facing insurmountable odds. My journey: Get the last piece of the treasure before anyone else could.

Everything started out fine as I exited my car, but things soon went awry when I was ambushed by the Orginazation. The exact number enlisted in the resistance is impossible to count; many have tried and either quit as they started, or went mad, pet a flaming dog, and then passed out. I have infiltrated their ranks before, so I know of their codenames: "Nitrogen," "Hydrogen," the nefarious "Water Vapor," and their infamous leader "Oxygen."

Despite their best efforts, I managed to thwart Organization A.I.R. while trekking the half mile of semi-warm, hard, and gray cement path to the fabled Door. Few know the secret of the Door, and even fewer, if any, know of its origins. Some say...

wahmbulance *SPECIAL REPORT!* wahmbulance

We interrupt the story of the Door to give you the secret of the Door...

Pull.

This has been a special report. We now return to your irregularly scheduled program.

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...so to make a long story short, that's how they popped it right off my foot.

After I used the secret of the Door, I entered the sinister Dining Commons. Fortunately for me, there were few other treasure hunters around, for it was Monsday and many were still in their magicalculus or physics lectures. Aside from this oddity, a faint not-glint caught my eye...

It was treasure I had been searching for!

I sprinted toward it as quickly as I could and swiftly snatched up my treasure (while replacing it with a copy of Walden (written by Henry Thoreau and available at your local bookstore or trash heap) to prevent the stereotypical boulder from giving me a lesson about life or civil disobediance or something like that; I always just fell asleep) and darted for the cash register to barter with the cave trolls for my well-deserved treasure. I showed them a small square of plastic that had been issued to me by the council of elders at the beginning of the year, they waved it in the air, then handed it back to me.

I was free to enjoy my treasure in peace. Yup, a slice of cheesecake really was worth those hard times.


Next time:

I have no idea what I'm going to do, and I don't really expect anything will happen, so I should expect the unexpected and expect to not expect the expected, as they will be expecting me to do that. EXPUNGE!