Strangely enough, when you open the ice machine you feel cold air inside. How can that be in a store with no electricity? As you ponder it, a chill that has nothing to do with temperature runs up your back. Looking up, you see a ghostly brain connected to eyeballs regarding you, its glare filled with hate. Tendrils of pure thought energy, animated by malice, reach slowly towards you.
Run away.
Attack the brain.
Close the ice machine.
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