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Fizzmeinia

Bzz bzzz bzzzzz

He tried to bat the fly away from his ear, but his hand wouldn’t move. He tried with his other hand, which moved, but the sound wouldn’t go away. It did sound like something he had heard before.

He cracked open one eye. It was bright. Too bright.
He slowly turned to his right and saw his right hand, in a handcuff, attached to the bed post.

His mouth dropped open in suprise. “Wha wha huh?” he managed to utter.

He turned back to look around the room and saw the source of the familiar buzzing.

There, on the other side of the room was Fizz. In one piece, calmly eating lo mein.

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