All that you write is crap. The punctuation, the words, the grammar and what not. I am sorry I will have to take you off the grid. You are too much of a nuisance. The tirade went on and on. Wordo didn't utter a thing. He hung his head low and tapped on the keyboard. He was determined to get back at his critics. He punched the keys with a vengeance. The words exploded on his screen. The punctuations bloomed. The grammar was reigned in. He let out a cry of victory, before accidentally hitting the delete button.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
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