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With one calculated swat, Fluffy knocked the curiously glowing beaker of green liquid off the table. In what seemed like slow-mo, it crashed magnificently on the dank and sticky floor. You see, Bob liked his bananas while working and he was in the habit of leaving half-eaten ones about. As fate would have it, a small cluster of oblivious fruit flies were milling about, directly under the toxic spill. A confusion of smoke, a big bang and a BOOM filled the room.
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