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<p>Created page with &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;FFT08&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; __TOC__ &lt;h1&gt;Summary of Receipt&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20px&quot;&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h1&gt;Transcript&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;span&gt;[Date | Nov-23-24]&lt;br&gt; [Barista | Hazelnut]&lt;br&gt; [Subject | Flurrdo’s Frozen Treats]&lt;br&gt; [File Reference | FFT08]&lt;br&gt; Ahahaha… getting a job at a Fast Food joint was, perchance, a bad idea. Sneaking into a manager’s meeting? That was a shit idea. Perchance. I believe it was Kant who...&quot;</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 40px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;FFT08&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;<br /> __TOC__<br /> &lt;h1&gt;Summary of Receipt&lt;/h1&gt;<br /> &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20px&quot;&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;<br /> &lt;h1&gt;Transcript&lt;/h1&gt;<br /> &lt;span&gt;[Date | Nov-23-24]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [Barista | Hazelnut]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [Subject | Flurrdo’s Frozen Treats]&lt;br&gt;<br /> [File Reference | FFT08]&lt;br&gt;<br /> <br /> Ahahaha… getting a job at a Fast Food joint was, perchance, a bad idea. Sneaking into a manager’s meeting? That was a shit idea. Perchance. I believe it was Kant who said, “Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play.” I exhibit this experience by getting myself into increasingly silly scenarios. Keep it up, baby! Anyway, everyone who is anyone was there. All of Mina’s big boys and even the glitter-boy (is that a slur? It sounds like a slur…), Sir. Flurrdo himself.<br /> <br /> I kept to the shadows, naturally, pretending to be one of the more important paper-pushing people in the operation. I was fine—until one of the night guards brushed past me, and I swear they hesitated, their eyes narrowing like they caught a whiff of something that didn’t belong. My heart was halfway up my throat when the glitter-boy himself entered, drawing all eyes to the altar. Saved by the creepy, glowing figurehead. Lucky, lucky me.<br /> <br /> And then, Flurddo’s plan dropped. A key follower—a “Chosen”—was to ascend. This week. On Thursday. Thanksgiving, actually. Not a particularly, you know, ceremonial holiday, but hey—maybe it’s just a coincidence. Now, I’ve seen their frozen treat ritual before. The little swirl of the soft serve. It’s ‘gusting—&lt;i&gt;dead ass&lt;/i&gt;. But, worse, Flurrdo seems to think that he’s worked out all the kinks in his ice cream machine, and this “Chosen” one will be the first to serve a perfect swirl of chocolate and vanilla.<br /> <br /> …And, okay, out of the Diner for a sec, &lt;i&gt;I don’t think I can watch another human get twisted into one of those shimmering, static-filled abominations.&lt;/i&gt; I know I shouldn’t intervene—it’d blow my cover, our cover, maybe even get me killed… but… they can’t kill me in my true form, can they? When Hazelnut leaves his place of safety to stomp a glitter-boy, he knows that he may Die.&lt;/span&gt;</div>

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