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Every small movement seems to be normal for you. A swing of a tail, the flick of a forked tounge. The bearing of your fangs. Quickly you decide to call work and quit, you still speak in english, surprisingly. Your first problem comes with the door. Though not a constrictor, you are by far just as much a powerful squeezer as they. After five or so minutes wrestling with the door knob you accidently rip the hole locking system out of the door. Oh well, who needs doors anyway? But just as you reach the stair well a huge firey explosion rocks the house splintered woods flys past you. Another large piec cuts the top of your head, more clang off your scaley armour. For some strange reason you finally notice your size, which is far beyond normal viper size. But for hevans sake you can talk! You are thirty frikin feet long! But while the house is exploding is not the best time to think about it. Another explosion blows the first floor off the map, the second floor slams to the ground more wood, concrete and metal fly by you. Not wanting to be blown to timbucktwo you spring out a broken window and land in the charred remains of your huge cherry tree. Planted by your father, before THEY came.
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