Scary Knowledge - 1
A man and a woman walk through a large box store. He stops when they get to the massive aisles of cleaning supplies.
“This is one stop shopping for chemical warfare. Ammonia and bleach next to each other: I love it.”
“Your knowledge base scares me.”
They walk on. He looks at a row filled with Tide.
“Know what this aisle is?”
“What?”
“The beginning of napalm.”
“Why do you know this?”
“Gotta survive the apocalypse or revolution that is coming.”
They walk past cosmetics.
“In there: fingernail polish remover. Shit can warp a pan it gets so hot.”
She sighs.
“How do you know this?”
“Practice.”
“This is one stop shopping for chemical warfare. Ammonia and bleach next to each other: I love it.”
“Your knowledge base scares me.”
They walk on. He looks at a row filled with Tide.
“Know what this aisle is?”
“What?”
“The beginning of napalm.”
“Why do you know this?”
“Gotta survive the apocalypse or revolution that is coming.”
They walk past cosmetics.
“In there: fingernail polish remover. Shit can warp a pan it gets so hot.”
She sighs.
“How do you know this?”
“Practice.”
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