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In the middle of the night, when everyone in the house is asleep, we come tumbling out of Interdimensional portals concealed under beds, couches, and love seats Listen carefully to the noises you attribute to the house settling; it’s us giving birth to a brood that will overcome the combined forces of the nations of your planet. We come from the darkness of space and time; we are the armies of dust bunnies lurking in the hidden corners of your houses, waiting for your vacuum cleaners to lose power and the lights to go out.
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