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I swear, if you could somehow film my dreams, you would have a blockbuster. Like last night, I dreamed I was a police woman in a small town with a sexist boss when something made people in the town go crazy and I had to keep people from hurting each other.
See what I mean
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flakey-bug has a lot of problems ... but ...
I wanna steal their collection "react" buttons.
For your post here, first up, I wanna first steal the FB "Wow" button, and then the "Laugh" button.
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Since I don't think your Muse or my Muse are really into harm or violence ...
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My muse has no clue yet as to what has caused townsfolk to go crazy, but we know they are crazy because they are all attacking each other with Nerf bats and balls, Silly String, pool-float noodles, water guns, and throwing badminton shuttle cocks ...
One theory holds that a bus-load of residents, taking a tour of Las Vegas got too close to Area 51 and somehow started a virulent kind of mass hysteria.
Unfortunately a visiting contingent of USA dyed-in-the cotton-field Second Amendment gun nuts emptied the local sporting goods store of paintball guns ...
(It was later found that the required paintball cleanup resulted in every Scout in town earning at least one community-type Service award/badge/pin.)
Law enforcement and similar people were not immune to the craziness. Every elected and hired official (except one) ganged up and buried the Police Chief's personal car in toilet paper.
Fortunately, the craziness started to subside when the town's supply of caffeinated drinks of all kinds was exhausted. As some people sort-of came to their senses. they realized they were running out of time. The first to recover convinced others that they were behind schedule in preparing for their main annual craziness, the Independence Day Parade, Picnic and Fireworks.
The (former) Chief of Police seems to be permanently unavailable for comment.