One of my greatest fears is that one morning, when I am only 33% awake after another shitty night's sleep, I will lift the toilet seat and a moray eel will spring upwards and clamp its vicious teeth on my throat, slash it open, and drink 58% of my blood, leaving the remaining 42% as a viscous pool at the base of the toilet in which I will die face down.
Fortunately, this has not happened yet.
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