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The incredibly dumb and insane planet spun, crazily, around and around, over and over and over again ad infinitum, and every time it turned, the contents of millions of boxes of all different kinds of cereal in pantries and cupboards all over the world, shooshed to the top, then to the sides, then to the bottom, then back into the top again with each steaming and dimpled revolution of that tragic and dirt crusted orb. Every six times, a small magical glinting toy surprise wrapped in sugar-dusty… Continue