You remember. Well, almost. There was a girl. You gave her the gun, told her you could merge with anything, even breasts...you talked about her friend, but then talked about her...or were you just imagining this.
Your reverie is cut off by a blaring alarm clock. The world suddenly flips, and the arm above you comes crashing down somewhere off in the distance. After a long time, the body you hang from rises into a sitting position, arms stretching off into infinity.
You look up at the pretty face of a young girl, college-aged from the looks of it. She rubs her eyes, and gets up, and then...
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