You look at the fog and out pops your Uncle Jerry. The so called runt of your dad's brothers, the youngest and smallest, but with the weight of 275 pounds he's not small.
"(insert your name here)!" Uncle Jerry says walking closer with a smile on his face. He's 35 years old and looks like a late 20 year old with short brown hair, a smile and a wide body.
"What are you doing here?" you ask.
"Taking a walk," he answers," you?"
"Going home from the arcade," you answer," What is this stuff?"
"No idea," answer's Uncle Jerry," But it has us surrounded!"
You look around and see that the fog is all around you and is moving in closer.
"Do you think it's poisonous?" you ask backing up closer to your uncle.
"Don't think so," Uncle Jerry says and the fog covers you so much that you can't see an inch in front of you.
Then the fog moves away and vanishes, but something's different, you look back over at Uncle Jerry to see....
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