Fire extinguisher

I quickly rolled over to see exactly what I'd hit.

It was the fire extinguisher.

Right, right where I forgot it.

Yes, yes, just like I planned, I said out loud for no good reason.

The demon was somehow already here.

He'd beaten me to the second floor and was about to beat me to a pulp.

I pulled the fire extinguisher in front of my face and a microsecond before his punch landed, twin sounds came from the impact.

A low muffled dong from the metal and a crisp crunch of bones breaking inside of his fist.

Sometimes nothing was burning.

A little while ago, I put out an episode called The Fire Extinguisher.

If you heard it, you know the picture.

Nobody loves their fire extinguisher, and somebody in you grabbed it every time because something real was burning.

Remember the question from the book, what if a treat actually treated you well? A deficit night needs care, real care, not more discipline.

And sometimes it's an alarm.

The fire extinguisher.

Something was burning.

And not instead.

Called the fire extinguisher.

And I just want to give mad props to you, Pammy, although I'm not going to share your name unless you want me to.

But this came to me after some exchanges with you, and I just really honor and appreciate you.

It's the reach.

Let me give you a picture.

Think of a fire extinguisher.

Nobody loves their fire extinguisher.

Okay, last one, easy one, simple one.

Fire extinguisher.

A patent for the fire extinguisher.

As we know it mi- uh, ooh, I mean, that could just be like a-

I'm clear

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Is-

... fire extinguisher.