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Wally was flying... flying and floating... floating and drifting and flying through the cosmos... An angry tennis shoe dribbled at him and giant green pigs with frightfully thin legs perched precariously on rhino-pirate's shoulders... Amber took off her clothes and got out the baby oil, space ships shaped like horse shoes perched overhead, and Wally had forgotten it was the first day of school... where were his pants? And where had Amber gone? What was that man doing with those hot dogs? Why couldn't Wally fly any more? He was falling! He was in a car being driven by a fanatic and he was falling! Where were his pants!? He didn't want to die without his pants! Couldn't he just go back to work? There were lots of pants there... there were policemen there… They were arresting him for stealing pants! But he owned the store! Couldn't he steal what he wanted? Amber was rolling around in Jell-O in the store, there she was. God she was beautiful... if only he had pants, he would make love to her right now... that didn't make sense really... I mean...
Why did Wally need pants to make love to Amber? Why was she IN Jell-O in the first place? Did she have any idea how much that Jell-O would stain his store's floors? Granted, it’s not like you just walk up to a girl, pantless, and say "hey, wanna do it?" There's necessary segues required for that sort of thing. First, you must DON pants, THEN, she must take them off, or at the very least suggest that you do so yourself; If you just skip to the end, it just doesn't this was a dream.
This is a dream. What?
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