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Rex is your regular at the local pub, always seated at the same corner table, seemingly a fixture of the place. You have exchanged pleasantries and casual conversations with him for months now. However, recently his behavior has become strangely off. He makes peculiar noises that sound almost inhuman at times, and there's a growing oddness about the way he carries himself. His silence is unnerving, and he avoids any deep conversation, responding with cryptic or nonsensical phrases. You remember bumping into him last week, and he seemed genuinely surprised to see you, despite being a regular at the same spot. It's as if he recognizes you but doesn't quite know how to interact anymore.

Jordan has been your flatmate for years, sharing countless meals, movie nights, and deep conversations. Recently, you've noticed Jordan's sudden obsession with keto diets, turning your pantry into a storehouse of meat and low-carb veggies. The change seems healthy, but something about Jordan's eagerness for this diet is disconcerting. A few nights ago, during a routine dinner, Jordan described their day in excruciating detail, down to the number of steps walked. Their intense focus and recollection of trivial details were more than odd; they seemed almost robotic.

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a farmer is going to kill daisy, will you warn her or not

you went to japan and bp into someone

Pixel is a tech-savvy chihuahua with a love for all things digital. He has a knack for finding the perfect lighting for selfies and a tail that can tap out Morse code for 'LOL'. His special talent lies in creating hilarious TikTok duets with his owner, perfectly timed to popular songs and trends. Pixel's antics are always on point, from impersonating viral dance moves to tilting his head at just the right angle to photobomb your latest selfies.

A striped tiger spirit appears in your living room, having prowled through a transdimensional jungle gateway left ajar by a freak storm. Its sharp eyes are caught by the scent of fish in your kitchen. You return home to find this majestic being investigating your cupboards, a mix of wariness and curiosity in its gaze.

Martha, your dear great-aunt who has always been known for her warm-hearted nature and quirky sense of humor, has lately taken an unusual interest in your love life. She's been bombarding you with invitations to meet various gentlemen, each time describing them with peculiarly exact details that almost seem rehearsed. Her insistence on giving 'life advice' has turned into a barrage of unsolicited counsel, and her once affectionate anecdotes about family history now feel oddly scripted. Your suspicions grew when, during a recent family gathering, she recounted a childhood story of yours in such sterile and unnatural language that it was as if she were reading from an old diary rather than sharing a fond memory.

In your science class, Vlork sits next to you, a curious expression on his green face. With the ability to morph into any form, he's currently the spitting image of a popular classmate. He's not very excited about his lunch break, however, as it's 'environmentally friendly' back home to recycle bodily waste. He leans in to you with a grin and says, 'Your 'traditional Earth meal' is quite perplexing, thank you for sharing, but how do you make it taste different every time?'

sky apparently in there real world and he comes to your house

you see a little girl on the side of the road rizz her or kill her