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The Face of Le Devil

Dreamt up by Owlcake

I used to have this strange dream over and over again as a teenager. Here it is.

I'm in Rene Artois' cafe, the one from Allo Allo. Everyone is sitting around having coffee, very calm and civilised.

Suddenly an klaxon goes off over and over and metal shutters slam down on all the windows. Everyone in the cafe starts screaming and running around. Its dark, with lights flashing everywhere.

Around the edge of the room there are now doors and everytime any one of us opens one there's only a load of skeletons in there and no way out. People open the doors and scream in fear.

Suddenly I stop in the middle of the room and see there's a huge trestle table against one wall. Under the table is a massive ginger cat, curled up and facing away from me. I bend down and go, "here puss puss". He turns his head to face me, and it turns in tiny jerks like an old film where there are only so many frames to it jutters.

And I look in his cold eyes and I know he is the devil. AnNd then I wake up.

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