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“Apple Explosion”
The thundering motion of a bullet fired from the barrel of a .45 caliber weapon is about to carry itself through the core of an apple in slow motion as the high speed camera rolls as a testament of the human eye watches from the technical booth that is back stage and filled with curious onlookers who are not more than maybe ten years old and they are getting hungry with the waiting of the science experiment in bullet time to be over with but the technicians are taking far too long for prepubescent stomachs can handle and soon they rebel with little hands and little demands for food to be delivered and oh, god, they want the apple that is about to be shot by the gun that is being held by their teacher who dragged them from a bleak public school at seven o’clock in the morning just to see some stupid science experiment that involves a bullet going through a perfectly good and yummy apple that could instead be feeding the hunger that is threatening to consume their rationality that is quickly being forgotten in the waves of hunger pains and that is why Mister Officer there is one dead teacher and twenty sixth graders eating pieces of exploded apple
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