‘One morning, as Tina Turner was waking up from anxious dreams, she discovered that in her Tina Turner bed she had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. Tina Turner lay on her armour-hard back and saw, as she lifted her Tina Turner head up a little, her brown, arched abdomen divided up into rigid bow-like sections. From this height the blanket, just about ready to slide off completely, could hardly stay in place. Her numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of her circumference, flickered helplessly before her eyes. Her career, was finally over.
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