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 The man was a computor king you knoe the kind of man he is he plays computor twenty four seven he wears a Batman costume all the time he never leaves his cubicle not even to tell the time he has his food prepared in the break room near his bathroom he hates to even go there and when he must he is in a rush of paper work to get finished to get back to the website. He is just a little slightly off center his rack is two square triangular ears they never get those right have you ever seen a Batman costume yet that had them ears write. He thinks he is manipulating them he gets hits they numbered in the thousands on his first main website and when he added the game to the page he thinks it's on every one of those people's home computors he thinks they watch him play. He plays each little square dot real slow to give the people time to watch the game he adds the sections of the missing frames he watches hits to see how many new ones are playing with him now. He played a square frame to add it to a triangle and he paused and whimpered laughing like a child he simpered like a strang adult and spoke out loud “eye just moved this piece 70,000 times. They once removed the doorway to the wall outside and it never bothered him at all the wall is there with open space the door was never added on. They think he is some kind of whizard never needing air to breathe his color is all wrong. He never combs his hair is matted stuck in several places to his Batman Cowl. The caped is just left hanging on the chair back in the hall he seldom wears it to the bathroom he is so hurry up. He has forgotten all his passwords once he got an email notification on his screen but he could not open his Gmail anymore his accounts are frozen and forgotten over years of faithfull gameing his assets only paying for the use of his domain. He lives to move the pieces of the game and not to lose. How many more of them are out there moving games in all those other home computor's will they win or will they lose. Stay tuned to this Same Bat Channel at this Same Bat Hour. Same Bat Time Same Bat Channel.


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