This cloth has a name. His name is Pueblo (he is mexican). His best friend's name is Bill (he is white). Bill is a chair. They live together in a highschool classroom.
They can talk, but only when everyone else is gone.
They watch and listen, then discuss what they have seen and heard after everyone leaves. (basically the creepy highschool bitches).
If, by accident they say something in class then they erase people's memories. (yes, they have gone overboard on the memory erasing. Little Lucy, still thinks shes a duck)
Pueblo listens to and watches the students.
Bill watches the staff.
They gather news and share it to the desk before and after class.
Everyone is fond of the cloth we call pueblo.
Pueblo, however, is not fond of himself. He jumped off of his chair May 23, 1953. Nobody ever heard of him again.
Then, I stopped taking drugs, and the innanimate objects stopped talking.
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