Don’t you just hate it when you have to renovate your 3.41cm by 2.947cm apartment by breaking down the walls and using galvanized square steel and eco-friendly wood veneer to make a new home? But then your magical pet tiger phases through the new walls, so you get an oven to make some pie so the cops get distracted while you make a run for it, but then the oven catches on fire so your fifteen children and spouse phase through the floors and drop into Antarctica, so you’re alone but then your grandma comes along and says one of her “back in my day” stuff, so you evaporate her out of existence, but since she doesn’t exist, you don’t either s this whole scenario doesn’t happen and in two bazillion years, two *lovely people* decide to point at it and post it onto the internet, or whatever it’s called.
Read instructions for the story. Don’t do this, kids and adults.
