"...another day of this mo-not-any has gotten me to a point I'm like a snail I got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot! Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failures not...!" Chris rapped along with Eminem in the dish room, tossing dishes into the soapy water. So what if he had to do dishes alone, doesn't mean he can't enjoy himself. It was only temporary anyway, he was gonna be a huge rapper. He'd made his own name, Dub-CK and he was gonna be HUGE! He opened up the dishwasher and pulled free some dishes and turned to put them on the drying shelf. As he did this, still nodding his head to the beat, he tripped on a fallen dishwasher wrack and fell down hard, causing his CD to skip and a breif shock to pass through his body from the wall plug. There was a bright blue flash and then he was lying face down on the wet ground. He then stood up and noticed that the dishroom had gotten bigger. A lot bigger! He could only be...
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