Narrator: Scratch and his friends lived together in a house. His friends loved him very much, even though he was not related to them by blood. One day, the boy stepped outside to play with his friend unicorn. As he walked, he heard a faint murmur from behind him. "tOoUcH MEeE.." The ghastly voice uttered. He looked down at his feet to see a magic 8-ball, but this wasn't just any old 8-ball, It was an 8-ball of coke. As he knelt down to grab the 8-ball, the sky above ran red with rain, and the clouds began to weep. The whole world seemed to spiral around the boy, tearing itself to pieces, all in an effort to try to stop him. Everything. Went. Dark. Now, all that remains is the father. What's a Gobo to do in these trying times?
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