The crowd gushed out short breaths of air, ah, ah, ah, ah. Their frenzy circled the white figure in center, and the drums echoed inside the massive dome. They were getting ready to toss me to the fire, along with others. The chanting got louder and louder as the their worship intensified. My ears were bleeding. But when my eyes caught the perfect view of their worship, I could not believe it. It was a giant, about 100 feet, toilet paper.
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