You step out into the hallway, and see a large elevator. You see a boy step into the elevator, and you follow him in. He’d be quite the catch, if it weren’t for him dressed like an overgrown toddler, with a Thomas the tank engine shirt and a blue’s clues diaper. You suppose he’s still a cutie, just in a different way. “Hi, I’m Billy.” He says. “I’m Sarah” you respond. You look at the buttons in the elevator, instead of numbers, each has a symbol on them. “What’s with the buttons here?” You ask. Billy responds. “That’s for the babies here who have seriously mentally regressed so they don’t understand numbers and letters anymore. The symbols are easy for even the most regressed babies to understand’” You nod, then decide to press one of the buttons.
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