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The alien implant in cubicle 72 who replaced Beverely. With her stupid fake smile and always happy attitude. I see her sitting there everyday, I know the truth though. She is slowly getting to the entire office. She abuses the internal email system and sends out mass emails to everyone on the floor, sure they appear to be harmless jokes. I have decoded them though, they are actually subliminal alien text designed to make us more vulnerable to the energy emissions her desk decorations give off. I have seen it first hand, some of my co-workers have been taken over by them already. They have stopped being their solitary selves and are now participating in lunch pot lucks where they secretly merge their thoughts, and they have even started to stay after work on thursday nights to play a so called poker game. I know the truth though and they are actually just breeding more alien replacement parasite larva. I am on to them, and they must all die. They are no longer my co-workers nor friends, they are here to take over the world. Last night was the final straw, they took over Jim who was in charge of the morning coffee. To my sheer horror the coffee today was vanilla flavored. They use vanilla to hide the metalitic taste of the parasites I have been told. I have stoped drinking the coffee now. My research has shown they are immune to almost all forms of harm. I think my only hope, scratch that. I think the worlds only hope is if go through with the plan of stealing one of the propane trucks from down the road and crashing it into the first floor. Trapping them all in a burning fire.
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