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they love aquatic animals, but the sea creatures are deeply afraid of them. satisfied with their solution, the japanese resumed playing table tennis for about 30 years, after which time the frog-plug had passed into legend. it was then that myth was to revisit reality, with a sadistic twist. a local shaman on the mountain of Kumamoto, read the thoughts of a senior telepathic whale via tea leaves settled in his porcelain teacup.
"induce anguish to the amphibians, and they return the favour ohh so ripe..."
the ping pong ball flew across the room, slashed by a japanese underdog. it had such ferocious velocity that the air molecules were aggravated to the degree that they got fed up with the laws of physics and decided to pack their electrons into a rugged neutron suitcase and flee the scene. at this point the stocky umpire, developed a receding hairline almost immediately. outraged at the sudden development, two small palms swiped the air on symmetrical horizontals with a speed so fierce that it contested that of the ball mentioned earlier, signifying the end of the point but simultaneously slicing a small hole in the celestial-veil that holds our physical universe together. the japanese, familiar with radiation and destructive forces, reacted quickly by plugging the hole with a reptile they found in a nearby aquarium.