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LALA found she couldn't move. The molten plastic acted as a glue to keep her in place. It was hard to move with a fist inside herself anyways. But that hasn't stopped her from answering the door in the past, usually to Jehovah's Witnesses who ran off puking and gouging out their own eyes with their fingertips. She wanted to make it easier for her anus to swallow green Monopoly houses by altering her position. The molten, hardening plastic wouldn't allow it. It seemed to her that it had a mind of its own. The government and shadow government both prayed to different Gods it would kill her. Then the black hole would die as it would have served its purpose. She wanted more houses, less already-molten plastic. Molten plastic didn't hold the same potential for pleasure as emerald green houses. Game pieces, if they somehow passed through her still solid, could fill her anus and sealed vagina, making her feel like a turkey fresh from the oven on Thanksgiving....