The razor edged wheels were whirling and whirring frantically not far from my feet. The wretched hand which firmly grasped me by my fragile hair slowly fed me into the monster. I felt myself being ripped into a million small pieces. It was as if I was being turned to ash in a crematorium. I felt like I was being spread around like sand shooting out of a car's tires, or like a loved ones ashes being shot into space. I was dying. Very slowly I was being dismembered and disembowled, discared and disenchanted...
BUT MY PAPER BROTHERS WILL RISE TO FIGHT EVIL SHREDDER OF PAPER. WE WILL DESROY YOU!!!!!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
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