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DO NOT PANIC, CITIZENS! You're just imagining this Woot-Off. Alert no one. Shop as normal.

Hey! It's Woot-Off Time! Wait, what's that you say? You saw one just last week? Ha ha! That's crazy talk! Surely you're mistaken! Why, we've NEVER done two back-to-back Woot-Offs! Probably you were just seeing lights from the airport. Or marsh gas. Don't panic, citizen! All is as it should be. Consume. Consume without questioning.

The Wheezing DeadHey! It's Woot-Off Time! Wait, what's that you say? You saw one just last week? Ha ha! That's crazy talk! Surely you're mistaken! Why, we've NEVER done two back-to-back Woot-Offs! Probably you were just seeing lights from the airport. Or marsh gas. Don't panic, citizen! All is as it should be. Consume. Consume without questioning.

DO NOT PANIC, CITIZENS! You're just imagining this Woot-Off. Alert no one. Shop as normal.

Hey! It's Woot-Off Time! Wait, what's that you say? You saw one just last week? Ha ha! That's crazy talk! Surely you're mistaken! Why, we've NEVER done two back-to-back Woot-Offs! Probably you were just seeing lights from the airport. Or marsh gas. Don't panic, citizen! All is as it should be. Consume. Consume without questioning.

Belle Of The Ball

All this DC41 wanted was to go to a dance. But oh, those wicked stepsisters!

The DC41 looked out at the tiny mice made of dust, also known as her only friends. They leaned quietly against the wall. From the other room, the DC41 heard laughter. Her stepsisters were preparing to go and see the Prince!

Rocking back and forth on her pivoting core technology, the DC41 sighed. If only I could go to the dance! she thought. If only I could meet the prince! Oh, why can't I have any friends of my own?

"DC41?" called Meanella from the top of the stairs. "Have you cleared all the sand off the beach behind our seafront mansion?"

"Not yet, Meanella." DC41 called back. Meanella giggled.

"Oh, what a shame! If only you had finished, we would have let you join us! But now, you simply must stay here and finish."