Well, what can I say? It was an interesting night. There I was, painting my sweet picture of a Porsche and composing a song made up exclusively of my armpit farts when this giant meat-head bust down my door and came right into my room. I wasn't particularly scared as my parents often selected my babysitters by going down to the gas station and asking the first transient they ran into.
I returned to playing my video game and I think that this stranger in my room started to experience post-traumatic stress disorder and began to sweat profusely and become jittery. Then the weirdest thing happened - he disintegrated!! Yeah, I know, crazy shit.
When my parents got home they had mixed emotions - angry that I was all alone for the whole night, but happy they didn't have to pay a babysitter.
And if you don't believe me, our security camera system at our house captured the whole thing:
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