The Power Of the Universe

I paused in front of the open door, then entered The Band Room.

Small treasure-chests line the walls, which hold the priceless possesions of those who frequent The Band Room's realm.

Narrowly evading a trombone-style jowsting turnement, I walked over to the Q of F to find her surrounded by a mass of of people.

And in her hand was a small object.

The Power of The Universe.

The object that could control just about anyone. The most Powerful Power of Powers.

Good thing i'm immune to it's awsome ablitys.

The End

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