Wow, that was great, 18 hits in one hour! You want Bulwer Lytton? Here ya go!
As Stan came to the realization that his sandwich was contaminated with some contemptible poison, his thoughts turned to his wife of thirty-two years and the numerous times he had recognized the same distinct taste, only not as strong as this, he thought back to the threats from her, “You're so dead” suddenly presented more of a threat, his eyes stung and his mouth frothed, he was short of breath and began to sob, as big Joe performed CPR in an atempt to save his life, Stan had the feeling that he was nearing the end, then the fact that he simply hated mustard entered his head, that clever woman had managed to do it to him again.
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