The grocery store seems so much more overwhelming without mom telling you what to get. Luckily you know where the soda and chips are, so you quickly walk over. The soda isle is like a hall of fame of your favorite beverages. It's like a wall of tastiness, and you notice your mouth watering while you look at the colorful boxes.
By the time you get to the Mountain Dew section (you have it remembered-two from the end) you already realize that there is a big empty spot. Nothing. It's all gone. All they got is one case left of Diet Mountain Dew. Close enough? Right?
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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