|cognitivedissonance - 2016-03-03 |
No joke: this was so terrible that I actually had a nightmare about it last night. I had a real, latex-rubbery looking approximation of the character of Chip Chipperson running around, and I finally threw it into a recycling bin and tried to slam the door. The door in question refused to move, Chip Chipperson was forcing it open with some sort of psychic power. I ran to the body in the recycling bin, and started choking it. It wouldn't die. Finally I ran to an aquarium in some sort of store, held Chip Chipperson under the water until he drowned, and threw him into a river. I thought it was over. Then I walked back home, and there he was, yelling at me in Pentecostal tongues. I kicked him in the head, and at this point he turned into a Melon Head from urban legend, biting me on the leg. I woke up just as I was fighting him off.