I was driving home from work one night, when all of the sudden my car was lifted into the
air by about 30 of the gingerbread men. They threw my car about 25 feet off the road and
into a ditch, and then the horror began. 10 of the GB men began breaking out my
windows, they then began to drag me into the road, but not before I grabbed the mace
from my Glove compartment. When finnally they got me into the middle of the road. They
began to beat me severely. At this point I decided I had to make a stand, so I jumped up
and began spraying the GB men with the mace canister. For the future, let the record note
that mace does not affect the GB men due to the fact that they have candy eyes. I had to
get away, so I started to run, but there were too many of them. The last thing I remeber is
being taken to a HUGE gingerbread bunker, and being assaulted by sharp sticks made of
gingerbread. They must have given up on me and left me for dead, because I woke up in
the hospital 2 days later and I was barely alive. From then on I began to speak at schools
and other public functions in order to spread the knowledge and make other people aware
of the danger that is gingerbread.
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