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I do not remember how I returned to my home but to my
horror the thing from the produce aisle had returned
with me. I still heard the blasphemous chanting and
I watched to my horror as the cursed fruit seemed to
call a gathering of tomatoes to it. They thronged
about the tentacled monstrosity and quivered as if
in ecstasy.

The star spawned horror then grabbed some of its
worshipers (there can be no other word for the
tomatoes) with its writhing tentacles.

I stood, paralyzed with fear.

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