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Suddenly, Waffles! That’s a phrase I never thought I would use in my lifetime, but there is little else I can use to describe my current predicament. How did I even get here? The last thing I remember doing was swiping my card at the grocery store and hearing a loud “BANG!”. When I came to, I found myself tied to a chair with giant waffles all around me and a giant waffle iron about 500 feet (or something like that, not sure if they are giant or I am small.) away. It feels like I have been sitting here for days, even though there doesn’t seem to be any change in the lighting. The scary thing is, every time I sleep, I find myself closer to the waffle iron....and more waffles have been made. They’re stacked to the freaking ceiling at this point, all branded with some kind of weird pentagram in the middle. What the heck is going on? The waffle iron is only about 10 feet away at this point, never moving when I look at it. I can see my reflection in it now. A gaunt, bearded stranger looks back at me. How long have I been here? Wait....what’s that sound? Are those voices? They seem to be coming from all around me, yet i’m the only one here....unless....no. It can’t be. The waffle iron opens and a familiar red face peeks his head out from between the grooves