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As is dictated by the Law of Needed Restaurants.

Of course, that meant that as long as the stickopus wanted a donut, it would only find sushi joints.

This lead to a great deal of insecurity and wavering resolve on the side of the stickopus.

Finally, it broke.

"I am a donut!"

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Suddenly the whole Stickworld could see how neat being a donut was, and a wave of donut transformations came upon the land.

The donutopus, having achieved its clever ploy, proceeded to turn back into a breakdancing octopus and munched on a donut.

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Then Donutnah mediated, and she turned back into Sticknah. And so everyone became Sticknut. Sticknutnah’s plan was successful.

“I am a Sticknut”

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Then Lift ate the sticknut. "mmm, nothing like a good sticknut" she said to sticknutnah, who was taking off her sticknutnah cosutme "thanks for helping me make some. Think you can soulcast them now?"

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A stick rolled on the ground. The play had awakened something in, it something unnatural. The ancient stick of Ashyn twitched, then wiggled, then rolled out of the room and off the nearby cliff.

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Because the black licorice was raining from the sky. Their celebrations quickly turned to mourning after they ate it all and realized that no more would be made until the factory was rebuilt.

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The citizens contemplated how to destroy the ability to move rhythmically to music. Also, the fact that something may have been lost in translation.

Edited by FatherTiempo

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