It had been several weeks since anyone had heard from Kyle. The last message I received from him simply stated, "It must be done." Bizarre sounds could be heard escaping from the apartment that he had once cherished. This comfortable home for two now resembled an abstract painting. Mad dashes of colour obscured the walls and floor making it difficult to distinguish between them. A pile of wires and circuitry that must have once been a computer occupied the corner of room. There too stood Emma, aghast. She could not comprehend what she was seeing. It was too much. "Oh God!" she screamed as Kyle finally emerged from the bedroom covered head to toe in plate-mail, a mere 5 centimetres tall.

Bro is cooked on that grind

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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