Gasping for breath you round the corner into the kitchen. Behold! You are bowled over by the sheer immensity the room. Explosive sonic blasts begin. Footsteps. They sound different on the tiled floor than they did in your carpeted bedroom. More violent. The gargantuan form of Annie appears clutching breakfast cereal, milk, and a fresh cup of coffee. An earsplitting clanking of dishes punishes your eardrums followed by the base of the chair being dragged so Annie may sit.
Only after she is seated to you cautiously begin to creep out into room. You realize this could be the only chance to make contact for some time. Once Annie leaves you'll be marooned in your own home.
She must bee moving quite slow because you hear the pinging of cereal by the time you reach the relative safety underneath the table. Alone with the monstrous twin slipper-clad feet of your sister.
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