Sara opened the present and found a box of dusty old chicken bones. She had been hoping for something valuable.
"I don't want your stinky gift, aunt Mattie! Next time just give me a gift card or money!" Sara said.
"Child, those are the bones of a Sprite Dragon! They are very powerful and very magical!" Aunt Mattie said.
"Sprite Dragon? I can get Sprite at the grocery store. This sucks! Screw you, I'm going home." Sara said.
"You ungrateful little turd! I'm putting a curse on you!" Aunt Mattie said.
Karl, you are the freaking worst. I hate you and everything you stand for. You've got to be the single worst person on this whole dang website. Go fall in a hole and die!
What sort of curse befalls young Sara?
You're evil. Everything you write is evil. You are an evil man! Stop this interactive path now! Get away from me and stay away forever!
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