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Giant walking houses. Say that slowly with me: Giant.
Walking. Houses.
What
in the name of a fitful Welsh rarebit fiend
nightmare made the people of
Betelgeuse think that walking houses would ever be a good idea; let
alone a giant conga line of perambulatory dwellings? There had
to be mass buyer's remorse on an epic scale when this started to sink
in. I mean, how many kitties went to meet their Maker when they
hopped through the cat flap one fine morning only to find it was
bouncing along forty feet in the air?
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