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It had been a wonderous day for Izzy's suit shop, he had ran out of thread for his machine and needed to go down the road to the thrift store and pick up a case of fine thread of assorted colors. He was a little nervous though because he hadn't payef t h e Tyrant pickle his $1. He had got word that Pickle was not pleased. Putting fear aside he embarks down the road when think go white... slowly he sees himself falling to the ground. His mind is flooded with images, seemed so real he staired at the clock on the wall in the thrift store it was 45mins past what he last remembered. Confused he heads out side bag in hand when there he is TYRANT PICKLES, and his ugoons. Mr_Pickles approaches Izzy with a bat in hand..... the images blur out and cones back in Izzy finds himself pistol in jand and Pickles lay bleeding on the ground and his goons lie dead beside him. Izzy feels the adrenaline rushing through him he's now the new tyrant in charge!
images fade once again and Izzy finds himself back at his shop lying on the ground, looking about he sees others gathering themselves off the ground. He checks the clock out side his shop it was 45mins earlier what just happened! Stunned Izzy still feels the adrenaline, this us destiny! He takes to the top of a mail box and shares what just happened and shouts out
"I'm the new tyrant!...If Pickles allows it.......wait what DAMIT!"
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