The Echo Chamber V

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

834-2: The heat pump squats like a metal arachnid at the shadowy heart of a spiderweb of ductwork, deep within the dank mausoleum that is my basement.  I suppress a shiver of terror as I realize the evil device is hoarding the cool air I crave.  Brrr.

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