"Before I had chance to escape I was trapped within the confines of the fiends *bedroom*..I was later forced to phone my mum and say I would be staying out later..after managing to dull the beasts senses with a blast of *Neighbours*, I was still somehow subjected to *food*..when I meant to make my escape once more my plans were dashed by pain, and the emergence of an online laptop computer no doubt! The fiend had brought me into an online world, subdued for some hours..tormenting in my own way the inhabitants there, and the fiend maddened by *Eastenders*..how could I escape? It was then that the fiend struck his most dasterdly shot, playing *Everything I Do, I Do It For You* by *Brian Adams*, on repeat..it was with only the most of my sheer will that I did not sing..and even these plans did fail within the hour as I sung a verse! Oh how the world did mock me..only as did *Eastenders* end its insane turmoil on the fiend did I wholly manage to make my escape to the street, and with much hope catch a bus there on..but fate did wave its finger and tut at me as the fiend made chase after, standing in the night air to wait for a bus no less..an half hour of time passing, and a bus arriving..even as the steel carriage took me off to the distance, I could still make out the insane *Eastenders*-inspired cries of the fiend behind my heels, running after us, like that of a *Terminator*."
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Andrea, last survivor of the Wesishness of early 2003.
May God have mercy on us all.