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Lizardmen Smell Bad
Written By: Rico Alvarez
Non-Fiction
One time I made friends with this Lizardman. I called him, "Jo Bo," because his real name was some stupid Lizardman name. As time passed, our friendship grew. Before long, he had invited me to his house for Sunday dinner so that I could meet his wife and children. When Sunday came, I showed up an hour early and told Jo Bo that I had been attacked by a dog. He let me in, and I asked to use the bathroom. I went and stomped on all the eggs in the nursery. Later that night, Jo Bo and his wife found the broken eggs. I told them I had no idea what had happened. I pretended to be sad like them. The End.