adam sandler spins in a never ending void. he drifts through the emptiness, searching for a purpose, searching for a life, searchig for someething, anything.
amist the blackness he tosses and turns. he cries out in pain, but no sound exits his mouth.
an object appears in the suffocating darkness. he is no longer alone. the mysterious object floates towards him, and he reconisess it. it is a bottle of orange juice. offbrand. looks delisious. the object rotates, and his eyes meet a line of small print on the milk. it's a use-by date.
he gasps dramatically, though no sound comes out. the orange juice is kind of 1 day and 25 hours old.
should I risk it? he ponderers slightly. the bottle gleams at him, almost as if to say 'pls put me in ur mouth'. Adam sander reaches forward. and unscrews the lid.
he pours the purple liquid directly into his mouth. he swallows 3.5 L of orange juice in one tiny gulp.
what a mistake.
his insides shreik in agony. he lets out a silet scream. his mouth is fire. his stomach is flames. the bottle disappears in a flash. he cannot take this anymore.
Adam sandler becomes no more.
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PORM - an adam sandler imagine
Spiritualporm (noun): a feeling of fulfilment and great joy. story completed in 2015 cover/description edited bitterly in 2016 and 2020
