Gramaforous
I don't care what the word for the day is, I'm going on vacation soon and I can't wait. Beautiful sandy beaches, warm ocean breezes, and delicious rum punch at my fingertips. My best friends and some time away from work. Man, I deserve this.
The pots and pans were flying around the room! All the cooks were in a such a hussle to make all the food that was ordered. The dinner rush was in full swing, and John's restaurant was alive again.
"I am an American soldier." That ethos was ringing in his ears. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen when he stepped off that plane. Crowded in with 100 other people dressed exactly like him and strapped down so tight all they could do for the 10 hour flight was think. And everyone was thinking the same thought... "will I make it out of this?"
"It was so hard to see him like that..." said Jolene.
She'd never seen her father that weak before. In her mind he was always invincible. As tears came she tried to fight them back. They were Robinsons, and they were going to get through this.
As he entered, he felt calm. The shrine before him possessed a deep spirit, a place where thousands of his ancestors before him had sought peace. The betrayal that was to come, known only by his uncle, would shock this culture to its core.
As the gamma rays burst from the machine, the man swelled to 3 times the size of a normal man. Muscles burst, clothing tore, and light came from his body. Then the light went black.
He couldn't believe it. There she was, a tiny little carbon copy of himself. If only things weren't so crazy, maybe he could have stayed.
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