Zack Sinclair

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Zack Sinclair, the Philosophy student. Grey mist wailed outside, in the street; whispering towards street walkers, holding onto their wet hoods. The rain had got to him: leaning forward, gently turning the page, the luke warm coffee beside his feet. Then, a giant multi-colored bigfoot, soft fur, just shampooed, burst through the wall. "Woh-oh-ho-oh" it sounded. Zack stayed on the milk crate, guessing downwards for his now cold, coffee.

The creature stood there, staring into Zack's head, threatening him with the famous mephitic insult, waiting for a response. But nothing. Zack, you see, experienced this everyday. It was baked beans and bread, for him. Nothing neux. Finally, he reached for his Mocabi-900 wand, and the beast became irritated, and timidly exuded into the wall.

Smiling to himself, "Ah, you ol' bugger, bigfoot. Defeated again..", warm farts birthing underneath his denim trousers.

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Dont know why i like it but I do