I paid a visit to one branch of Hell's kitchen this week - my own personal Hell's Kitchen. My beloved Cuppy II was diagnosed with a stomach upset resulting form eating bad sushi from the take-away at Powersurge.com. As a result, he went into a coma. I had to take him to the clinic, ironically next to said kitchen and they are holding him for a ransom. I have to come up with it before I'm fired for prolonged absenteeism at work. My e-shoes just keep piling up. As if this was not enough punishment (I'm definitely not a glutton for the stuff!) my optical devices need to be remixed.
When will I be freed? For good???
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