The door came crashing in and the Guppy Police stormed in, like an uninvited violent tornado, as it were, and there stood Reggie, still in his boxers and unshaven, coffee spilling over the rim of the mug. "Hand them over, all of them, NOW", they demanded, and it was at this moment that Reggie disassociated from his dismal reality. One hand into the aquarium, fetching each beloved guppy, one-by-one, whilst the other hand combed through his tussled hair as he comforted himself with some long-forgotten Italian lullaby once sung to him by his grandmother late at night while his mother moonlighted as a trampoline factory worker. "Take good care of them", pleaded Reggie, but the Guppy Police only grunted as they proceeded to
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