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>asshole mine inspector comes down with crab legs
>says it's for us workers
>says he's noticed that we've been working hard so he wanted to reward us
>surprised cause he's always been a pain in the ass
>I hadn't had crab legs in years
>the smell slaps me with all the good memories I had on the surface before I was sentenced to the popcorn mine
>all the other miners come flooding around us dazed by the sight of the red meaty crab legs
>out of all of them the supervisor offers the bucket to me first
>take a crab leg, it feels so hefty
>see a skinny lad, looks 18
>feel bad and give him what I took
>he eagerly tears the meat out of the crab legs
>stops mid-bite and drop the crab leg on the ground
>his smile turns to a shocked look then a betrayed one
>the inspector starts clacking
>the boy drops to his knees then onto his face cold dead
>the inspector throws the bucket of poisoned crab legs at us and says, "Eat up!"
>mfw I'm responsible for the guy's death
>mfw no one would believe a NSP violator if I reported the inspector
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This reminds me of my time working under the theater showers
>13 years ago, I showed up to my local kinoplex to watch Spider-Man 2
>I had my falcon preened and groomed to perfection
>walked into the theater and got my $122.98 plus tip in cash ready in my hands
>an armed guard stopped me and asked if I was aware of the theater's no singles policy
>I muttered that I thought Tuesdays were singles nights and pleaded with him to let me go
>he smirked and responded that this was accompanied by a compulsory penis inspection
>the blood drained out of my face as I realized that I had been up late last night edging and my uncircumcised dick (as god intended) was covered in smegma
>when the guard looked away to laugh at a passing manlet, I sprinted past him to the showers
>in my brief moment of relief, I lost focus and stepped on one of the many pressure-triggered trapdoors throughout the theater and fell through the mile-long, grease covered tunnel to the sub-shower dungeons
>it is here that I would spend the next 3 years of my life, surviving solely on discarded crab legs and shower runoff
>a hierarchy developed among us living in those decrepit sewers, and as I was a manlet (only 6'1) I was given the harshest labor
>I could constantly hear the sound of anvils and predatory birds, reminding me of what I might never again see as an esteemed kino viewer
>after a couple years, the sound off popping popcorn began to grow louder
>eventually popcorn miners broke through the walls of our dungeon after following a particularly rich vein
>unified with our meager forces, these brave men led what came to be known as the great popcorn revolt of '07
>I was freed from hell and entered the designated kino-viewing zone to finally watch the movie I had given so much to see
>learn that it had been out of theaters for 3 years
>decide to watch Spider-Man 3 instead
>it sucked
Sometimes, when it's real cold out at night, I think about those times and thank god im not in those showers anymore
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