Taylor Swift walks into an elevator with me and she has two giant goons in tow. I stay respectfully quiet, until she shifts in place and unmistakably breaks wind. I can’t help but laugh. She turns to me with venom in her eyes. “Did you just fart? In an elevator? What the hell?” I’m caught off guard. For a second I sputter, then say, “Uh…I think that was you. I didn’t—” She interrupts me, “I’M TAYLOR SWIFT, BITCH! I’M PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF IT!” Two snaps of her fingers and her goons start closing in on me. I fumble my eReader open to Echo. Magic flash. A skull-festooned, spike-laden guitar appears in my hand and I start wailing on it. She desperately tries to sing some of her poppy BS but it can’t stand up to the Power of Metal. The elevator dings, the door slide open, and Tadolf Switler and her guards make a hasty exit.
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