It's been a long day, and I've worked hard. I'm on my way home, in my dads pickup, which he is driving. we stop at a store (probably Walmart) to get some pop, however, I can't find the pop. when I finally find it, its all those off-brands that you don't really want. When I've finally gotten the pop and checked out its taken way longer than it should have (like Walmart) and I see my aunt, uncle and cousins near the checkout. I talk to them and they end up promising to come over. I am displeased by this for some reason.
An old man lives in his dirty old house, sits, and watches the television. He promises his teenage granddaughter that if the family cleans his immensely filthy house, He'll get up out of his chair, and start living again. Her and her family work for days. The granddaughter is the driving force behind the cleaning, organizing and working the hardest. Eventually they finish cleaning the house, and the old man seeing this, goes back to watches his soaps. After everyone has left in disappointment except the girl, the old mans soap finishes and he gets up and starts reading a book that lists all the art in history. It opens to chainmail which is apparently art, and it tells of how it was invented by the Japanese.
Now I'm a young samurai warrior, sleeping soundly on a bed of rocks. suddenly I am accosted in my sleep by a (now that I'm awake and can judge objectively, not very) Beautiful woman. He then beats her for daring to impugn his honor, and the japan-cops take her away.
Then I wake up.
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