Got home from a scoot a while back, and slumped in front of the neon god I made. Thirty minutes later, I smell the most subtle and amazing smell I've smelled - something unique and sweet. A bit later I find a dying stinkbug on my helmet, dragging his cleaved body around up there. Stinkbugs stink, hence the clever name, but maybe this guy decided on his deathbed that he'd do something beautiful for once in his stinkbug life. Thanks, you smelly little bastard.
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