Irene turns to the left as you hold onto the purple cyclops's shoelace tight and give a scream. "Irene!" you yell. But Irene is too focused on her workout and runs right through a patch of fresh cement, to the dismay of a cyclops construction worker who yells at her in Greek gibberish. Irene keeps on riding and passes a crosswalk as you get bounced up and down against her heel and yell in pain. You hold on as Irene runs for 20 minutes straight and then you look up ahead and see something that really worries you and gasp. Irene was coming up to a Walk/Don't Walk sign and it landed on Don't Walk. "Oh no!" you yell.
Irene comes to a sudden halt and it sends you flying into the air as the cyclops's shoelace breaks. "Oh no!" you shout. You close your eyes because you can't bear to see what's directly under you. It was a stream of cars, all coming at intense speed. This was it. You were going to splat on some monster's enormous windshield. However, just when it looked like you were going to go splat, as if luck was on your side, there was a car that was going by and it had its window wide open. You fall in through the window and land on something soft. From the looks of it, you had landed in a mail bag filled with letters. It was there that it hit you. You had landed in a mail truck. You look and see that the driver of the mail truck was a male Frankenstein's monster who appears to have lost all of his skin, exposing his muscle tissue. He also appeared to have mechanical eyes and was quickly approaching the post office. You fall deep in the mail bag as the Frankenstein takes it into the post office.
As the Frankenstein giant is taking the mail in, you try to climb your way out. In the process you slip and fall and scream as you land in a package of some sort. Before you can figure out what the package contained, an obese white-furred centaur lady in a postal uniform with bright red hair that had yellow highlights, seals the package shut as she hums to herself. The centauress then places a label on the package. You can't see it, but this package is on its way to a monster town called..
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