Harry was abnormal. Having fully grown, Harry had not once exited his home since coming to this world. Every day Harry lay curled up and refused to move. Due to the refusal to leave, Harry’s refuge slowly filled with trash. Harry’s home became dilapidated and an eyesore in his community.

  After a great deal of time, Harry witnessed a horror he had never seen. A large silver spear entered his abode. The spear thrashed and moved, churning up the debris. At one point, the spear’s impact caused a pipe to burst, flooding Harry’s place. Still, Harry would not exit; he just left his home a disarrayed mess, and soon the liquid dried up.

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  Two weeks later, the spear thrust into Harry’s home once again, but this time it hit Harry jostling him from where he lay. All of a sudden, Harry found himself halfway out the entrance. The next thing Harry knew, he was grabbed by a giant metal claw and torn the rest of the way from his home. This was the last of Harry.

  John looked at his dermatologist with relief in his eyes; that was the most painful ingrown hair he had ever had.