Bleach is 90 percent water humans are 70 percent water therefore… we are bleach
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It was a cold and fridgid day in a tiny hothel around beer burhg a small servant boy bustles about in the harsh and crisp winds with a new bottle of godlox. (the clorox of godville) Suddenly a strong gust of the winter zephyr sweeps the young boy off of his feet. The bleach spills everywhere quite comically. As the bleach cools on the slippery ice a storm cloud lowers further until it is almost touching the already frozen bleach.
The servant boy ,who is already on his feet and snivelling uncontrollably, looks amazed at the cloud as thunder and static discharge rumbles inside of it. When he takes a step close a lightning bolt strikes the bleach and immediatly the cold air stops. A long pause takes place as if the cybernet i mean the world stopped moving. The servant boy breathes in cautiously and the storm cloud explodes into lightning the air is heated and the poor boy has his eyebrows singed off. The steep winter suddenly turns into a warm spring afternoon and laying on the ground where the bleach was layed a lady in full white clothes. The servant boy runs away screaming when the strange bleach person stirs awake. The first words that came out of her mouth was “Where’s the tavern in this town?” and so the epic adventure was started.