Vinnie... Vinnie Vincent... sniff sniff. Look around. White walls. Laughter. Sniff sniff. Smells like it's in need of a guitar solo. Crawl over there. The femur breaker. White tiles. Vinnie Vincent. Vinnie Vincent. Yes.. sniff sniff
A door? Nothing at the other end... black walls. One light. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Crawl. Hands tingle from the cold. Stand up. Door knob? Cold. Open. No door. Black, long thing. Did it just happen. No? Then what's going on.
It's hot. Vinnie stood up. He looked around, only to realize he was in what looked like a cage. He pulled out his trusty guitar and whacked it into the door. The guitar shattered. The door flew open. Vinnie peeked out of the side, only to realize he'd just hopefully escaped the microwave.
His eyes widened. His heart raced. It kept getting hotter. Who was cooking? How did he just escape the femur breaker anyway? What was he there to lure? Suddenly, Alvin and the other two useless, hopeless chipmunks scurried over.
"Oh my god, you're alive!" Alvin said with delight. "The Chipettes have been looking everywhere for you!"
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Vinnie Vincent simulator
FanfictionIn an alternative universe, there's no excuse for anything that goes on in his head
