Pallet Numbre came busting in, saying, “What are you doing to my daughter? You are not fucking with my family like this?” He swallowed me into his realm which was comprised of boring, very banal brown wooden planks with windows. It had folks walking to and fro from what I can recall – followers and I also saw people trapped in rooms, some having been turned into brown oak baroque living furniture, whom would yell the same thing over and over, usually sexually explicit profanities or things like, “help”, all the while being arrested to the wall and in some
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