By mid-afternoon, Sarah had grown bored of Arthur’s new form. “Stop being boring!” she demanded. But no matter how much she shouted at him, he just sat there, stretched and in pain. She brooded and brooded. She eventually leapt from her chair, “I’ve got it!” she yelled! Great, thought Arthur, I can’t wait to see what it is this time. “I going to…” she held for the drum-roll in her head, “a party!”
Arthur started scheming; Perfect! While she’s distracted with guests and fun, I can make my escape, or maybe even sabotage her evil lab! But Arthur’s soliloquy was to be short lived. The familiar feeling of dread first returned when he felt himself being removed from his stretcher and folded up. The next thing he noticed was that he felt pinches all along one side. The pinches started to run along his body. Arthur panicked: what’s happening?! They stopped suddenly, “Stupid shredder!” shouted Sara, “why do you keep jamming!” Shredder?! After some “tender-loving-care” involving a hammer, the shredder whirred back into life. “There now, you’re going to make some amazing confetti!”
Arthur could do nothing but groan. He was being cut into strips to be thrown around and stepped on by strangers; this was going to be a long night. He endured the unpleasant sensation of his dismembered form piling on itself, and the equally unpleasant sensation of being handled and scattered all over the place.
The party continued into the wee hours of the morning. After Sara collapsed from exhaustion, one of her friends decided, rather enthusiastically, to clean up for her. Unfortunately for Arthur, with his body scattered so far apart, he couldn’t reform himself. And thus Arthur’s exciting adventure into the trash began.
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