Don’t know what to call this. Chances are this isn’t your ordinary water access point for firefighters but some alien worm, surfacing from under the pavement to observe our society and plot an evil plan to take over. Eyes. And tentacles.
I DO NOT TRUST IT.
And it is spitting on the ground. Plop. Plop. Plop. A rude, ill mannered alien worm. Oh Wait, no. It peed it’s pants, the worm is as afraid of me as I am of him. Phew, such a relief.
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